"I didn't take your parents to be the type to give up on their children over a mistake," Celesta said, her voice dropping an octave into a tone of chilling judgment. "The Kensingtons always seemed so...traditional."
"Aiden is my godson," Gail interrupted, her voice defensive and sharp. "He’s a wonderful child. He’s very sensitive, yes, and perhaps a bit cold for a small boy, but he’s brilliant. He has Katia’s mind."
"True, right?" I said, waving a hand dismissively, trying to play it off as casual conversation. "My parents didn't like him, though. When they finally met him, they thought he was way too cold for a five-year-old. My father said he didn't have the Kensington spark."
"You should bring him to the house," Grandma Celesta said, her gaze intensifying, her eyes locking onto mine
