Michael
I listened to Isabella telling me stories of her time with Liz the whole drive home. I felt a bit like a bad father since I wasn’t really listening at all. All I could think about was Camilla and our night together.
My clothes still smelled like her, and I couldn’t help but get hot thinking about her. I had to stop letting my mind drift away if I was going to spend the day with Isabella.
I pulled up to the house and put Isabella down for a nap. I wanted to lay down and nap with her, but I needed to check in first.
I stepped into my office and called Sara.
"Good morning, Michael, how are you today?" she answered.
My words caught in my throat. I remembered for the first moment since leaving Camilla that she was Sara’s daughter. She was my boss’s daughter and we had never talked about what to tell her parents, if anything. I certainly didn’t want to be the first one to say anything.