His Son, Her Secret
The sea breeze had grown colder, gently stinging our wet feet, but no one said anything about going home.
Jullian was telling some ridiculous story about getting lost in a night market in Marrakesh, and how an old lady dressed like a fortune teller dragged him into a carpet shop and offered him a “doorway to another dimension.”
“And I told her, ‘Ma’am, I just want to buy a bottle of water.’ But she said, ‘Water is a portal, young master.’” He shrugged with that annoyingly innocent face.
I couldn’t hold back my laughter. It burst out of me without permission. Free, honest, and warmer than the ginger tea I’d left in the kitchen earlier.
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