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“Well, when are they ever not?” Rachel says. “What’s Sara got to do with anything?”
“Give me a second,” Carter tells her, picking up the yearbook from where he left it on the counter.
I start breakfast, because at this rate we’re not going to eat until it’s way past time for Christmas dinner. If I knew what time Silas needed for the turkey, I’d be putting the oven on now and getting ready to wake him in a while to prep it.
“This is Sara’s dad,” Carter says.
I don’t need to look to know he’s pointing at the picture in the book.
Rachel’s gasp tells me she sees what the rest of us saw.
A guy who could be Silas when he was just a few years younger.
“It’s uncanny,” she murmurs. “Silas has seen this?”
“Sara told him to look at it. She’d been trying to tell him for years that her dad is his dad, too. He thought she was trying to speak to him about a ghost, so he ignored her.”
“That’s awful,” Rachel says. “Poor Silas.”
“Yeah,” Carter says. “He doesn’t deserve this shit.”
“What do we do?” she asks.
“We wait for Silas to tell us on his own,” I warn them. “We can’t decide anything until we officially know.”
“That’ll take about five seconds after he gets up and comes down here,” Carter mutters. “He’ll know I let it out the bag the second he sees your faces.”
“He would have had to tell us,” I say. “He should have told us.”
“Well, to be fair you’ve been with Rachel, and then he was with her. There wasn’t really a chance.”
“Apart from at dinner last night?”
“Dinner. Right. He probably didn’t want it to sour his date.”
“Right,” Rachel says, giving me a look.
She hasn’t told anyone but me that Paul’s parents called her mom looking to find out where their son went, thinking the last time he was seen was before he drove her out of town.
“We’ll talk things over when he gets up,” I promise them. “Right now, let’s just eat and try to relax.”
Carter nods first, followed by Rachel.
I make breakfast in relative silence while Rachel sets the table and Carter butters toast.
When it’s ready I give Carter the first plate and he gives it to Rachel.
“Ladies first,” he sings, as if he wasn’t ready to bite my hand off for a strip ten minutes ago.
“That’s so sweet,” she enthuses, as she sets it down in front of her.
Sweet. Yeah, okay.I roll my eyes as the second batch sizzles in the pan.
Carter stands next to me while it cooks, making hungry food noises.
He practically snatches the plate when it’s ready.
“Manners, Carter.”
