Patrick's brow creased as he scanned the half-empty rooms. "Why is so much stuff missing?"
I didn't spare him a glance. My voice came out flat and cold.
"It was old. Time to throw it out."
He took my indifference as anger over the incident with June and the sweet soup, nothing more.
He wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin in the curve of my neck.
"Come on, don't be mad. You know how June's been ever since she found out she isn't the Foxes' biological daughter. She's insecure. And you're the real daughter. She has nothing. That's why I..."
Before he could finish, a baby's cry pierced the air from behind him.
Patrick released me. I spun around.
June walked in carrying a child, maybe a year old. The baby's brow and eyes bore an unmistakable resemblance to Patrick.
My blood stopped moving. A high-pitched ringing filled my ears.
Patrick's gaze flickered. He shifted June and the child behind him, cleared his throat, and spoke.
"June and I have a child."
Something detonated inside my skull. Cold flooded every inch of my body. My fingertips shook.
"What did you just say?"
Patrick exhaled heavily.