She waited for the rest of the sentence. The part that would make it make sense. Because she knew that. She already knew that. Divina was hers, hers and Seb's, a fact she had long since made her peace with and rebuilt her entire world around. She was not Julian's by blood. That was not new information.
And yet. The way he had said it. Is not our baby. It isn't mine. Isn't Sebastian's? Not any version she had already filed and understood.
Our. She stared at him. Her heart was very loud now. She had promised not to interrupt. She was trying.
"What I'm trying to say is…" Julian stopped. Started again.
"Divina is not my child." He held her hands a little tighter. "And she is not yours either."
Amara blinked.
A soft smile touched her face. The kind that comes automatically when the brain hasn't caught up yet. The kind that means nothing except I am still here and I am listening and I don't understand yet.
"Or Seb's," Julian added.
The smile stayed.
