The rest of the day passed with a surreal quality. Rose kissed Stella on the cheek and whispered something that made her laugh too hard. Layla spent most of the afternoon pressed against Natalie's side, hands constantly moving, touching, teasing. Zoey fed Emma berries one at a time, her smile dreamy and soft. Jude watched it all from the hammock, arms behind his head, eyes barely open, pretending to nap.
Sophie sat next to him after dinner, her hands resting in her lap.
"They kissed Susan," he murmured.
"I saw."
"They're spreading it."
"I know."
"We're running out of time."
"I know."
He turned his head to look at her. "Do you think they know?"
Sophie's lips barely moved. "Not yet. But they will."
He reached for her hand and squeezed it.