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"So, I spoke to Clem at the weekend," Aunt Maghon said from beside Dad.
Skewering a hunk of liver, I lifted my fork, glancing between the two of them as I shoved it in my mouth.
It'd been a couple of weeks since s**t had gone down. About a week longer since Maghon had spied me at the fuel station. Dad could say what he liked about the time he spent with her. Nobody with a set of working eyes would believe they hadn't grown close since they'd begun talking again. I saw it. Kyle saw it. Hell, even Josh saw it, which meant it had to be obvious.
Dad paused chewing, and the glance he sent Maghon's way reminded me way too much of how he used to look at Mum. "Did you mention it to her this time?" he asked.
Sitting on Dad's other side, Kyle studied him a beat before his gaze cut toward me
