When the kids called her maman, Julius almost collapsed. He was afraid to move and break the vision in front of him. Watching her tender concern for his son’s hurt and exacting immediately retribution as only a mother could, Julius felt nothing but pride and adoration. For the first time in six years, he didn’t know what to do except that he couldn’t look away.
“Jules, did you know? Jules!”
March clutched his brother’s arm, pulling his attention away from Macey’s retreating form. Julius reluctantly met his brother’s enraged gaze. Without another word, March dragged him away to a private corner, away from prying eyes and curious ears.
“Did you know!” March demanded. “Tell me you didn’t know!”
“I—I didn’t…” Julius stuttered before taking a breath. “I didn’t find out until after
