Noah moved closer to me. Ethan studied Marcus with cautious interest. Sophia’s eyes darted around the room, reading faces the way she always did when something felt strange. Olivia, still waiting for an answer, tilted her head.
I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“That’s something the grown-ups need to talk about first,” I said.
Her brows drew together. “But he looks like Ethan when Ethan is mad.”
A nervous sound escaped someone in the room. Not laughter exactly. More like panic trying to disguise itself.
Marcus blinked, finally finding his voice. “Kesha.”
My name sounded foreign in his mouth after all these years.
“Marcus,” I replied.
Patricia took one shaky step forward. “Four?”
