Celeste
Later that morning, Jamie and I finally made our way downstairs.
We were both careful.
Careful not to look at each other for too long. Careful not to say anything that might draw attention. Careful not to give anyone a reason to question the subtle shift that had taken place between us.
The last thing I needed was Lilly sticking her nose into something that wasn’t her business.
The moment we stepped into the kitchen, however, I knew we might already be in trouble.
Josh was standing at the stove, busy cooking breakfast, while Billy sat at the dining table with a steaming cup of coffee in his hands.
His eyes immediately lifted to us.
He looked at Jamie.
Then at me.
Then back at Jamie.
I swallowed.
Oh, great.
I could practically see the wheels turning inside his head.
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