Blake me miró, esperando permiso.
Sacudí la cabeza un poco.
Aún no.
He understood.
“Le traje a tu madre algo que perdió”, dijo Blake en voz baja.
Noah glanced at the letters in my hand.
“Did she want it back?”
The question left all three adults speechless.
After a moment, Blake answered.
“Espero que sí”.
Noah narrowed his eyes.
“You made her sad.”
Blake swallowed.
“Yes.”
“Don’t do it again.”
Blake’s voice was barely a whisper. “I’ll try not to.”
Noah nodded once, as though delivering a formal warning, then vanished back into the kitchen.
Blake remained standing for another moment.
His eyes glistened, but he refused to let the tears fall.
Then he turned and walked out.
When the door closed behind him, Julian exhaled.
I looked at my husband.
“What else has Martin lied about?”
Julian didn’t answer quickly enough.
That was when I understood.
