Caspian's POV
She found the money.
She never said a word about it, but I knew.
I noticed the small things, and I noticed the drawer that closed a quarter inch off from where I left it, the plastic sleeve turned the wrong way, the way her eyes moved over me at dinner that night, searching, looking for a seam.
And I noticed the fear.
She was afraid of the answer. That's why she didn't ask.
Some part of her had done the math the same way I would have, and had decided that not knowing was safer than knowing, and so she folded the question up and swallowed it.
I understood that better than she could ever guess.
I am a man who swallows questions too.
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My mother didn't raise me. She trained me.
There's a difference, and I learned it before I was seven years old.
The house
