Both of my parents looked between us, and I could practically hear their silent marital telepathy. Finally, Mum's face softened.
She stepped forward, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I almost flinched because her touch felt different now, knowing what I'd learned yesterday about not being theirs by blood. The warmth was still there, but so was the sting of the truth, sharp and unsettling."We'll talk later, Maeve."
Which was also Mum-code for we'll interrogate you until you spill every detail of this when you least expect it.
They grabbed their coats and bags, and just like that, they were gone, the door snapping shut behind them.
Silence rushed in to fill the space they left.
I spun on my heel before either of them could say a word. "I'm going in to change right now. Nobody talk to me."
Freya snorted. "Yes, Your Highness."
