Chapter Thirty Two
Kael found out about the shift between his parents the way he found out about most things — by simply noticing and asking a blunt question at the worst possible moment for anyone hoping to ease into it gently.
“Are you and Mom kissing now?” he asked over breakfast, spoon halfway to his mouth, the question landing with the particular directness only a five-year-old can manage.
Rafael nearly choked on his coffee. Amara set her own cup down carefully, buying herself half a second to figure out how honest to be at seven in the morning over cereal.
“Why do you ask?” she said.
“You were smiling weird again last night. And Dad had lipstick on his cheek when he tucked me in.” Kael delivered this like evidence in a trial, entirely unbothered by the implications. “So are you?
