Forty minutes later Flynn came home, alone. "Going to get cleaned up, are we intending on eating this evening?" he said in passing. As he reached the stairs to the mezzanine floor, he turned and locked eyes with me when I didn't answer
"It's coming."
"So is Easter, babe. What's coming?"
"Food. I called Harry at the Turtle Shack."
Flynn had one foot on the step leading upstairs and dropped it back to the floor, "Is there something wrong, babe?"
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, you were gone this morning without telling me. You arrived home with Kayden, and never answered my texts. You can't even look me in the eye right now. What's going on?"
My jaw dropped when he challenged me, and I stood speechless. Confrontation about my behavior was the last thing I expected from him.
"And you? You can stand there and look me in the eye? Who was on the phone last night, Flynn? Why the secret conversation downstairs? Why were you gone this morning?"