Liora’s POV
“Can I ask you something, Mom?”
I turned back toward him and walked to the bed again, sitting beside him. “Of course you can.”
Karl hesitated, his fingers twisting together beneath the blanket. He looked down for a moment before finally meeting my eyes.
“Did you really want me to come to New York?”
The question was so quiet that for a second I simply looked at him.
Then I understood.
This was what had been sitting behind his silence all evening.
He had heard Helen talking about wanting the vacation to be only her and Ken. He had heard that they would make arrangements for him. Then, during the phone call, his father had told him they were married and had asked how he would feel about becoming a big brother.
Somewhere in all of that, Karl had started wondering whether h
