Chapter Twenty-Three
Once Martin left for Randy’s house for whatever preparations he needed to make for our impromptu sleepover, Leah and I went on a quick mission to ensure the house was secure in our absence. Or at least as secure as it could be given the circumstances.
We’d just finished checking all of the windows when she turned to me. I had noted prior to this she had been uncommonly quiet.
“Thank you for not telling Martin about Jere, you know, when you were filling him in on the details about Winslow being Jeannie’s son.”
I paused to look at her and found her peering at me earnestly. “I didn’t think it was my story to tell.”
“Unfortunately, I think all of this is your story.” She sighed. “It always has been.”
“Still, you know what I mean,” I replied, not questioning or angry
