Callum shut his eyes. “Janet, don’t.”
“No, Callum. You’ve had a month.” She turned slightly so he could see her mouth clearly as she spoke — a small movement I noticed but didn’t yet understand.
“Callum,” I said. “Look at me. Are those yours?”
His chin dropped in a silent yes.
The Truth That Wasn’t an Affair
My anger didn’t vanish. It just lost whatever shape it had been holding.
“What do you mean they’re yours?”
He rubbed his hand over his face. “I’ve been having trouble hearing.”
Of every explanation I’d braced for, that wasn’t one of them.
“For how long?”
“A while,” he mumbled.
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