The atmosphere was a little off, but Dayton’s jokes were keeping things light. I noticed that he’d been given that role—he was the clown, the jester. Every time the conversation wanted to take a turn for the serious, he’d skillfully change the subject with humor. I’d found out Eileen suffered from terrible migraines since Noah’s birth and she was still locked up in the bedroom. Once in a while, Davinder would go into the bedroom, stay in there for long minutes, and we’d all pretend we weren’t waiting for him to return.
When Davinder was in the room with us, he was silent, fidgeting with his phone. He and I made eye contact a few times throughout the evening, but every time he’d looked away before I could smile. No matter how much he tried to keep his true nature sealed up, I couldn’t be d
