“I didn’t mean about Ella, Noel. I just mean in general.”
 
 My brow furrows, jaw setting as I lean against the Range Rover.
 
 “I’m busy.”
 
 “You’re self-exiling,” he grunts. “As you have been, for the last seven damn years.”
 
 I say nothing. The silence drags.
 
 “Thanks for taking care of the Leo thing.”
 
 He sighs. “As I said, any time.”
 
 I frown. “Sorry, and how is Celeste?”
 
 “She’s good, Noel. You know she’d love to see you sometime and catch up.”
 
 I nod.
 
 “And the twins?”
 
 It took a couple of years of trying. But when Adrian and Celeste did finally get pregnant, it made up for the time and effort with a two-for-one surprise: Simone and Ronan, their twins.
 
 “Growing,” he grunts. “And too goddamn quickly, at that. You know they’re starting at Oxford Hills Academy in the fall.”
 
 “Christ,” I wince. “When did we get old?”
 
 He chuckles, and we both go quiet.
 
 “It’s good to talk like this, you know. We should do it more often.”
 
 I nod.
 
 “Speak to you soon, Adrian.”
 
 “I’m going to hold you to that.”
 
 I hang up. Then I get in the car, and I drive home. I shower and change into sweatpants and a t-shirt.
 
 I slide into bed behind Ella, and I wrap my arms around her.
 
 And then I sleep.
 
 Soundly.