—Eloise—

I drew a breath and dialed his number. It rang three times before he answered.

“Hello, Daniel Peterson.”

His voice was just as I remembered. I walked to the window.

“Hi, Daniel. It's Eloise.”

“Eloise. How are you?”

“I'm fine. I just thought I'd check on you. It's been a while.”

“Has it? You've been busy, I suppose.”

“A little.” I stopped beside the window and watched a car pull into the driveway. “How have you been?”

“Can't ...