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Then slowly, I sit up properly.
Mom’s hand slips from my hair as I shift beside her, suddenly feeling weirdly nervous.
And honestly?
That alone should concern me because why am I nervous asking about Eamon of all people?
Maybe because deep down, I already know whatever answer I’m about to get won’t be simple.
I clear my throat softly.
“Unrelated,” I start carefully, “but I have a question.”
Mom’s brows lift slightly in curiosity. “Oh?”
“It’s about Eamon.”
That immediately catches her attention fully.
“What about him?”
I open my mouth. Then close it again.
Because suddenly, saying the question aloud feels strange for reasons I can’t explain.
“I just…” I start awkwardly before grimacing slightly. “Actually before that, promise you’ll tell me the truth.”
Mom blinks once
