He found her exactly where Del predicted, still bent over the spread of old clippings, and Wren looked up when the bell over the door rang, her expression guarded in a way that told him Del's warning had reached him just in time.
"I heard you know," she said, not bothering with preamble either, apparently having absorbed at least that much of the family's directness. "About the traitor. About however long you've been carrying that particular fear alone."
"I do." He crossed the room, taking the chair across from her, the same chair Del had sat in two days earlier. "I'm not here to be angry that Del told you. I've moved past that, mostly, though it took my sister reminding me pretty firmly that I'd had years to tell you myself."
"Then tell me now. Properly." Wren set down the clipping in
