I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
Then slowly… I turned back. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me,” she said finally, but her voice had dropped lower now. Careful.
I took a step closer to the desk. “No. I want you to say it again.”
I let out a sharp, disbelieving breath. “He’s my father.”
“I know,” she said quickly. Too quickly. “I know, but this isn’t…” She cut herself off, shaking her head.
“Isn’t what?” I pressed. “Say it.”
“This isn’t a transfer,” she whispered.
My heart slammed against my ribs. “Then what is it?”
She leaned back suddenly, like she’d said too much already. Like something invisible had just snapped into place.
“I didn’t say anything,” she said, louder now, her tone shifting back to neutral. “You should go, you shouldn’t go digging into that.”
“Why?” I challen
