“Okay,” he said. “But you still did it.”
Elijah looked at me, all serious. “There’s something else,” he said slowly. “I think your dad is our daddy too.”
The roll stopped in my mouth. I swallowed hard and then stared at Petal’s button eye because it felt easier than staring at Elijah.
“Really?” I asked. My voice came out tiny and squeaky, like the time I stepped on a cold tile.
“Yes,” Elijah said. “I can feel it. It’s the way he stands. The way he watches you. The way he… looks at us sometimes. It’s there.”
My heart went bump-bump-bump. I pressed Petal to my chest like she could keep it from jumping away. “Then I think your mum is my mummy,” I said. The words slipped out like a secret fell off a shelf. I didn’t even plan to say them. They just tumbled.
Caleb gasped and covered his mo
