Chapter 12
They sat at the kitchen table, fresh coffees between them, while Mom bustled around at the counter, working on a batch of cupcakes for supper. A jovial mood had pervaded the morning, and though Thomas avoided spoiling it as long as possible, enjoying the jokes and warmth for the gift they were, he couldn’t outrun reality, no matter how much he wanted to.
“You haven’t asked me about where I was last night.” Though he pitched his voice low to keep from pulling her into the conversation, he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep this to himself. Sooner or later, she would need to be told.
Andre lifted a single shoulder in an uninterested shrug, the first gesture of the day to suggest he wasn’t as entirely relaxed as he could be. His notepad rested nearby, but he made no move
