The air froze. For a split second, Claire’s mask cracked. He saw panic, then a flash of that feral runner’s defiance. She didn’t lie.
Claire sighed, the weight of ten years of perfect baking sliding off her shoulders. “Sit down, sweetheart. I think it’s time you knew your mother’s juicy secrets.” naughty mommy juicy secrets
She told him everything. Not all at once, but in fragments as they walked away from the festival, leaving a stunned Johnny holding a plate of cake. The air froze