“It’s okay, Aria. I know you didn’t go to the hospital.” Noah pulled his hand out from his pocket, flipping his phone open and thumbing through a few screens before turning it. Within his photo album, he’d pulled up an image of what looked to be him on a hike through the woods, with a small, gray-furred kid running ahead and laughing.
“Why are you…” My voice trailed off as I shook my head. “Wait, so then you’re—”
Noah shook his head. “Skipped me entirely, I’m afraid. But that kid’s awful at keeping secrets; guess he gets it from Mom.” He stuck his phone back in his pocket. “To be honest, I sort of had my suspicions when you asked to take him home.”
Crap. I knew that sounded too weird.
“I’m gonna guess Clyde let it slip?” Noah asked.
I grimaced, catching a strand of hair with my f
