Odd

NOVA

Dashiell was surprisingly silent as he watched the slide show. I predicted he would argue with me over the colour, as he did at first. I was prepared for it and had my responses to give, but he didn't do as I expected him to. It was a surprising turn of events, one that left me gaping at him as I wondered if he was a changed man or had something else up his sleeves. That must be it. He must be planning something.

I thought little about him meeting my son because it seemed he was still in the dark about them. He wouldn't have remained calm if he knew they were his. He would have confronted me about it or fought legally. He wouldn't have let me off the hook that easily.

I glanced around at the people seated, at Benita, who was added to replace the manager who took a leave yesterday because his wife was in the hospital. She sent a small smile my way, which I reciprocated with a wink before focusing on the show.

Dashiell cleared his throat after the slides the design team presented