IMOGEN'S POV
I finished my vodka tonic and set the empty glass down. The alcohol warmed my chest but didn't quiet the storm in my head.
"I should go pick up Joseph," I said, checking my phone. "School ends in twenty minutes."
Isaac looked at me for a long moment. "Can I come with you?"
The question caught me off guard. "Why?"
"Because he's my son too." He said it simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And because I've missed like what…five years of picking him up from school."
My throat tightened. "Isaac..."
"I'm not asking to take over. I'm asking to be there."
I thought about Joseph running out of St. Bartholomew like he did every day. The way his face lit up when he saw me waiting by the car. The routine we'd built together, just the two of us.
But Isaac was right. Joseph was his son too.
"Okay," I said. "But we take my car."
Isaac smiled. "Deal."
