He arrived, went upstairs to change, and reappeared in his jacket.
Elena sounded more concerned than annoyed. She said she’d assumed Cecilia was recovering at home and hadn’t wanted to pressure a sick child.
“Is Cecilia all right?” she asked.
“She’s fine,” I said. “But I don’t know where she’s been going.”
Dawson was due home in twenty minutes.
He arrived, went upstairs to change, and reappeared in his jacket.
Cecilia came down with her skates and her hair in a tight bun.
“Ready, Cece?”
“Almost!”
Cecilia came down with her skates and her hair in a tight bun.
“Have fun,” I said.
Dawson kissed my cheek. “See you after practice.”
Dawson drove straight past the turn for the community rink.
I watched their car disappear around the corner. After waiting a minute, I grabbed my keys and followed.
I spotted them again at the next traffic light, two cars ahead.
