Chapter 39

Davinder is in love with me.

I slipped on a T-shirt, my mind clearing by the second. Yes, and Vassilios had left. I found my phone andchecked for messages. There were none. I texted Vassilios the words call me and went to find Fay.

She’d prepared a huge bowl of Cheerios, drowned them in milk, and decorated them with sliced strawberries.

“You cut these? You have to be careful with a knife when—”

“Yeah, I know, Uncle Allan.” She rolled her eyes. “Do you like it?”

I pulled up a stool to the kitchen island. “It’s great, thanks.” The strawberries were overripe and soft with the milk. The Cheerios could have been oatmeal. But she’d made this for me, and I’d eat it.

“Uncle Davinder was here this morning.”

I sat there with the spoon to my mouth. “What do you mean? When?”

“When you were sleeping. I was watching TV. He knocked and I looked in the peephole like you showed me and I knew he was him because he wasn’t anybody else, so I opened the door.”