Lily still held up the cracker.
“Want some?” she asked again, brighter this time, apparently determined to be generous to the tall stranger who looked like all three of them.
Graham stared at her hand.
His mouth trembled once.
Caroline saw it.
Something in her expression changed.
Not confusion anymore.
Calculation.
“Graham,” she said quietly, “who are these children?”
He didn’t answer.
For once, the man who negotiated towers, contracts, and men twice his age into submission had no words.
So I gave them to her.
“They’re his.”
Caroline blinked.
Then laughed once, softly.
Not because she found it amusing.
Because she refused to believe it.
