Felix sat deeper into the corner of the sofa, one ankle resting casually over his knee, but his posture was deceptive. Beneath the polished veneer of composure, his muscles were coiled tight, his shoulders angled subtly toward the other side of the room where Leonard stood. His eyes tracked the man's every movement.
Leonard lingered near the edge of the coffee table. "You still keep this old album?" Leonard's hand rested on the worn leather cover sitting beside him, the one Katherine had pulled out earlier when the twins had asked about their family tree. He flipped a page with care, his gaze dropping to a photograph. "This one… I remember that day. It was at the old park, wasn't it? Before they renovated the swings."
Katherine's smile was small, polite, but it didn't light up her face. "Yes."
