Chapter 40

“You haven’t asked me about where I was last night.” Though he pitched his voice low to keep from pulling her into the conversation, he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep this to himself. Sooner or later, she would need to be told.

Andre lifted a single shoulder in an uninterested shrug, the first gesture of the day to suggest he wasn’t as entirely relaxed as he could be. His notepad rested nearby, but he made no move to pick it up.

Thomas gritted his teeth in frustration. “We need to talk about this, damn it. It’s about you, too.”

“What’s about him?”

Shit, his tone had hardened and caught Mom’s attention. She’d been sharp ever since finding them on the front porch greeting the sunrise, like the mother he’d always known. He knew it was temporary, that her memory could slip on her at any moment, but if he had to discuss the matter of their future, perhaps it was better to do it when she’d understand all the ramifications of what he had to say.