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Chapter Four

JACK

I shut the door hard on Brimley’s office. I’d stood there like a fool making my case as to why I should not have to go on this blasted trip to Costa Rica, but the old man did nothing but chuckle around a mouthful of peppermint. I reached my office. Two students were standing outside. I’d forgotten my office hours. “Come back in half an hour. I’ve got to make a phone call.” They didn’t deserve the snarling tone, but I couldn’t pretend politeness right now.

The students shuffled off, looking both hurt and confused. I slipped into the office and locked the door. I stopped at the wall with Holly’s drawing, took a deep breath and walked to my phone.

Gwen picked up after a few rings. “Holly is still at school. I assume that’s who you’re calling to talk to. She’s very excited about this weekend. Hasn’t stopped talking about it. Just to warn you, she’s planning on taking her sketchpad along. She told me she’s going to practice her landscapes.”

“Gwen,” I said curtly to keep her from going on. Each word was like a knife in the heart.

“What? Oh no. You can’t cancel. She’ll be devastated.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’m devastated. I’m stuck going on some ridiculous research expedition in Costa Rica.”

“Well, get out of it. Your daughter is more important.”

“It’s my job, Gwen. I’d give anything to get out from under this.”

“Typical.”

“What do you mean? I’m always there for Holly.”

Gwen huffed. “Yes, but she’s not your only priority.”

“No, and that’s because I need a job so I can send you a check every month. Or have you forgotten that small, important detail? I need this job.”

“Well, I’m not telling her.”

“Gwen, please.”

“No way. I’ll bring her by the college after I pick her up from school. You can break the news in person.”

“Fine.” There was a knock on the door. “Gotta go. Students are waiting to see me.”

“Glad you have time for other people’s children.” It was one remark too far. I hung up.

“Just a minute!” I yelled at the persistent knocker. I sat back in my chair. It felt as if someone had dropped an anvil in my lap. It took all my strength to stand and walk to the door. This was all Ava’s fault, and I’d never forgive her for writing that damn grant.