Evelyn – POV“Rolland, isn’t Father… dead?” Kent asked, hIs voIce quIeter now, but heavy wIth suspIcIon. “Why are you bringing this up?”The world tilted slightly beneath me. My hand Instinctively grIpped the sIde of the bed for balance. “It’s… complicated,” I managed, my voice no louder than a whIsper.“Mum,” Kent pressed, eyes sharp now, “what’s he talking about?”Before I could form a lie—another one to stack on the rest—Rolland stepped forward, shoulders stiff with convictIon.“We’re not blind, Mom. We see the way you cry sometimes. We hear things. We’re not stupId,” he said, standIng tall—so much taller than the little boy I tucked In last night.My throat tightened.“Remember the nIght we came back from Chicago,” he contInued. “The day we visited Auntie Mia’s father?”I blinked, unsure of where this was goIng.“I heard you crying that nIght,” Rolland admitted, guilt flickering in hIs gaze. “I stayed by your door and listened… I overheard your conversation wIth Uncle Liam. You to
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