Rosie processed this with the mindset of a child trying to understand adult things. Then she looked up at her father. "Daddy takes care of people too. He takes care of me."
Callum's expression cracked around the edges. "Rosie, sweetheart, why don't you go find Catherine? I think she was baking cookies earlier."
"Chocolate chip?"
"Probably."
That was all the incentive Rosie needed. She scrambled down from her father's lap, grabbed her backpack, and headed for the door with single-minded determination. She paused just long enough to wave at Damon and Damian. "Bye, kings!"
Then she was gone, her small footsteps echoing down the hallway.
The silence she left behind was heavy.
Callum stood slowly. He didn't meet their eyes. "If you're here to pass sentence, I understand. I'm ready."
"Sit down," Damian said.
Callum sat. His hands were shaking slightly, Damon noticed. The man was terrified, but he was holding it together. That counted for something.
