“Okay,” he says coldly.
“I’ll take Evan to school then I’ll be back. I have to go over to the café later. We’re almost ready to reopen now and I have to put through some orders.”
He nods, but doesn’t move.
“Okay,” I say, getting up and grabbing my bag. “Let’s go, Evan, or we’ll be late.”
Evan grabs his rucksack and says goodbye to Ryan. I stop in the doorway and look at him.
“Is everything okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’ll see you later,” I say, closing the door behind me. I can feel something between us changing quickly: and it’s nothing good.
