Long List of To-dos

‘I told her I don’t care,’ Fitz said with feeling. ‘I don’t care about the baby’s father, or whatever it is that made her break things off with me. I can accept and handle anything, as long as she comes back to me.’ He walked up to me. ‘Can you talk to her?’ ‘I, ah, I’ll try, but no promises.’ I could tell his feelings for Cara were genuine, but I wasn’t sure if Cara was ready to move on. ‘That’s all I ask.’ Fitz patted my shoulder, grateful. On the drive back, with Jamie conked out in the booster seat, I tried to recall Alison’s address. She used to be neighbours with Brennan and Freya, but moved after she re-married. I could probably track her down with the help of a PI—Jonathans’ name came to mind, but the challenge was in convincing her to come in for a bone marrow matching test. Which, knowing her, was not going to be easy. Alison was selfish to the core. That was my impression of her even before Cara told me about the rape. When we were both kids, Cara often came to my house for