CALLIE'S POV
Leo was staring at me again.
Not in the way most three-year-olds stared…with that blank, processing look while they tried to understand the world. No, Leo's gaze was sharp, assessing, like he was reading something written on my forehead that I couldn't see.
"Callie," he said from the backseat of Renan's car. "Why do you look at Renan the same way mama looks at Braham?"
I choked on air.
Renan's hands tightened on the steering wheel, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror.
"I don't..." I started, but Leo interrupted.
"You do. When you think he's not watching, you look at him like you're trying to figure out a puzzle." He tilted his head, those golden-hazel eyes…like Braham's…studying me. "And he looks at you like mama's flowers look at the sun."
Jesus Christ.
"Leo," I
