MILLIE’S POV
"Mama?"
Leo's small voice broke through the silence that had filled the car since we left the park.
I reached over and took his hand, my fingers still trembling. "Yes, baby?"
"Why were Braham’s eyes different?"
My heart stopped. I looked across the car seat at Braham, whose jaw had tensed.
"What do you mean, sweetheart?" I asked carefully.
"They were yellow. Like in those animal shows." He tilted his head, studying Braham with that unnerving intelligence that always made him seem older than three. "But then they were normal again."
Braham's eyes met mine over Leo's head. A silent conversation passed between us.
Not yet. He's too young.
But he saw. He knows something happened.
We can't lie to him.
Braham leaned forward slightly, keeping his voice gentle. "You're ri
