“This is a secret,” I whisper.
“Yes.”
“After everything that happened with Sophie and Legend.”
“Yes.”
“That makes me a hypocrite.”
“No,” Lottie says. “It makes you a woman with no easy choices.”
I laugh, and this time it’s almost a sob. “That’s worse.”
“Most truth is.”
There’s a creak.
I jump so hard I nearly stumble.
But it’s only Janie, peeking in from the hall with worry on her face. “August is still asleep. He asked for you once, then rolled over.”
My heart aches. “Thank you.”
Janie looks between me and Lottie.
She knows something is happening.
Maybe not what.
Maybe enough.
“I’ll make sure his bag is ready,” she says quietly.
My eyes burn.
So this is already bigger than me.
Lottie nods once.
Janie disappears back down the hall.
I look at Lottie. “Who else knows?”
“Janie knows enough to pack socks and keep her mouth shut.”
“Legend?”
“No.”
“Derby?”
“No.”
“Whiskey?”
“No.”
“Sophie?”