I was straightening my jacket, wrapping up the last of my work at the office, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, half-hoping it wasn't anything urgent. But of course, it was Camilla.
She'd texted me saying she was trying to charm our dad into letting her live on her own. Alone. Out there.
Honestly? I get it. It's the classic overprotective parent thing. And yeah, I worry about her too. Maybe I'm just her brother, maybe I shouldn't be so controlling, but still, she's my little sister. She's grown now, sure, but something in me just doesn't want her out there without backup.
Her message said, "I'm craving steak tonight. Can you come eat with me? Then we'll go talk to Dad together?"
Fly out today? Seriously?
I glanced at my watch. Three noon already. It'd take me five hours to get there. Nuts. But if I went, I might see Theo. Check in on him. Make sure he's okay. Make sure the baby's okay.
