“Can Daddy come with us?”
“No.”
The word came out sharper than Zarelle intended. She softened her tone slightly. “But I want Daddy to have dinner with us.”
Calden said nothing. Holding on to Pitchy, he silently willed Zarelle to say yes. In the past, he seldom spent time at home. The few times he did, he was secretly impressed by her cooking. But he never told her that in case she misinterpreted the signal and thought he was being nice to her. Now, standing in this supermarket, he realized how much he missed those rare domestic moments.
Zarelle’s jaw tightened. She issued an ultimatum, “You could either go home with him, or me. It’s up to you. But you can’t have both.”
Pitchy spun his head left and right, caught in the middle. His artificial intelligence processed the emot
