As soon as we walk into the living room, my dad is sitting down looking mortified.
“I’m so sorry… I was trying to get ahold of you for almost an hour. I was starting to worry. I heard about Asher, and I thought maybe you weren’t okay. I had to bring Marley because your Mom is with Aria. She’s in labour, and I was trying to…”
“Aria’s in labour?” I cut him off, and he nods.
“What were you doing upstairs with Jake, Mommy,” Marley asks. I look at my dad and then Jake, feeling completely mortified.
“Well… We were sleeping. We stayed up late because of the festival… and we were just having a nap,” which is partly true, and age-appropriate. I feel Jake's hand rubbing my back, and it feels good that I’m not in this alone.
“I’m sorry, Mora. I should have… I don’t know…” he says and shakes his
