Chapter 99

Chapter 98

Deidre

Just… just be normal. Act. Normal.

Nothing about tonight was going to be normal. Nothing about this was ever normal. I was spending time with someone who was supposed to be dead, in the dead of night, all the while pretending that I wasn’t, in fact, doing so.

It’s not like I didn’t see the shadows and planes of Jason’s face everytime Sirius sat still long enough for me to steal a glance. Or that his mannerisms echoed so exactly like Perrin’s that I had to still my racing thoughts every time they happened.

I had avoided my husband for the better part of several days now, stealing fitful bits of sleep and unfulfilling naps. Cynthia was communicating for us, apart from the texts here or there that I pretended not to get.

He had to know. Jason had to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that what had happened to my children had happened to his son.

But how could he explain it?

Well, that was simple.

He couldn’t.

Jason, as my gut confirmed, had waited these long mont