Silence swallowed the room whole.
Amelia stared at her son.
Her heartbeat thundered so loudly she could barely hear herself think.
Jethro looked back at her with sleepy confusion.
Waiting.
Expecting an answer.
But Amelia couldn't speak.
Couldn't breathe.
Couldn't understand.
Because there was only one question in her mind.
How does he know that name?
Beside her, Evelyn had gone completely pale.
Robert stood frozen near the door.
Even he looked shaken.
Jethro frowned slightly.
"Mummy?"
Amelia forced herself to move.
She knelt beside the bed and took his small hands in hers.
"Sweetheart…"
Her voice trembled.
"Who told you about Grandpa Edward?"
Jethro blinked.
"No one."
His answer came too quickly.
Too naturally.
Like he didn't understand why she was asking.
Amelia
