Iris
The doorbell rings at precisely eight o’clock. Miles, already dressed and eating cereal at the kitchen table, perks up. “Is that Daddy?”
“Not this time,” I say, checking my appearance in the hallway mirror. I’ve dressed casually today—jeans and a nice blouse—but I still feel nervous. There’s something about Caleb that makes me want to impress him, as if I’m trying to prove I would have been a worthy Willford all along.
I open the door to find Caleb standing there with a large box under one arm and a garment bag slung over his shoulder. He’s dressed impeccably as usual, and suddenly I feel like a slob.
“Good morning,” he says with a smile. “Ready for your first lesson?”
“As I’ll ever be,” I reply, stepping aside to let him in. Miles darts into the entryway while Cal
