Benicio straightened up, and turned to James. He didn't flinch, or show any signs of being affected.
"Yes. I've always known, James. It was never a secret to me. She has never kept anything from me."
"And you still let her hide it from him?"
Benicio's jaw clenched. "It's not hiding. It's protecting. There's a difference."
A short humorless laughter escaped James. He stepped forward. "Put yourself in Edward's shoes, Benicio. What would you do if someone kept your children a secret from you for...what?" he c****d his head in an exaggerated fashion of trying to remember something,"...almost four years?"
Benicio's jaw tightened further, but he didn't answer. Instead he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"What? You suddenly can't answer right? It's always nicer and easier when
