“Lena Carter,” she replied, offering her hand. “I’m her sister. She’s really sorry she couldn’t—”
“No need to apologize,” he said, glancing at his watch. “These things happen. I’m late for a meeting. Theo is in the living room. He’s had breakfast. Lunch around noon. Food’s in the fridge. Isabel left notes on the counter.”
“Theo is your son?” Lena asked.
Something flickered across Julian’s face. Pain. Regret.
“Yes. He’s five. His mother passed away two years ago. He doesn’t talk much anymore. To anyone. Please don’t take it personally.”
Before Lena could respond, Julian was already walking toward his car.
“I’ll be back by six. My number’s on the counter if you need anything.”
And just like that, he was gone.
Lena found Theo in the living room, which had been partially converted into a play area. He sat on the floor stacking colorful blocks, a worn gray elephant tucked beside him.
“Hi, Theo,” Lena said softly, kneeling a few feet away. “I’m Lena. I’ll be here today while your dad is at work.”
Theo glanced up briefly, then went back to his blocks.
Lena didn’t push.
“That’s a really strong tower,” she said casually. “Using green blocks at the base is smart.”
His hands paused for just a second.
