A massive stack of white towels sits on the end of the table, all but concealing Caleb from view. He’s standing, quietly folding more. Sy goes prancing in, sniffing the floor as he snakes behind Caleb. Pulling on my big girl pants, I step in. “Hey,” I call. Caleb glances up, his expression carefully veiled. His gaze falls right back to his work. “Hey.” Great start. I cross the room, coming around the stack of towels. “Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” He stills, not looking at me. “Who told you?” “Google.”
