The night winds down slowly, laughter easing into yawns. One by one, everyone starts retreating to their rooms.
Dad pats Jude on the back. “You’re staying the night, right? There’s a guest room upstairs. I had it set for you, Jude.”
Jude glances at me, just briefly, before nodding. “Yeah. Thanks, Mr. Sinclair. That’s very kind of you.”
“You’ve been good to my wife and kids. Thanks for that, Jude,” Dad says casually, but it seems to make Jude hold his breath, as if he didn’t think he’d ever hear these words from him. Then he leans in and tells him something in his ears which makes my heart stumble because that’s right when Jude’s eyes flick to me. He gives a shaky smile.
What was that about?
“Goodnight, pumpkin,” Dad tells me, and then picks up Joel from the couch where he fell asleep
