(Lena)
My phone rang just after two in the afternoon.
I was on the couch with my feet up, a glass of apple juice on the table beside me, doing absolutely nothing productive and feeling completely fine about it. Cole had gone to the office for a few hours and the house was mine and I had been enjoying the quiet in the way you only could when you knew someone was coming back to it later.
I picked up when I saw Diane's name.
"Tell me everything," I said before she could speak.
"He's here," she said. Her voice was somewhere between delighted and terrified. "He's actually here. He landed this morning and I picked him up and we walked around Brooklyn for almost an hour and now he's in my shower because we got caught in some light rain and I am standing in my kitchen not knowing what to do w
