Luca POV
I found out the children had contacted Riley because Sophie confessed before breakfast.
Not because she felt guilty.
Because she wanted to know when Riley would return.
She sat at the table with her arms folded, her hair loose around her face, and the expression she used when she had already decided the adults around her were being unreasonable.
“I sent Riley a message.”
I stopped beside my chair.
“What message?”
Sophie looked at the twins.
Max became interested in his cereal.
Leo stared at his plate.
That was enough.
“All of you knew?”
“We helped,” Max said.
Leo corrected him.
“We did not help. We only agreed.”
“You recorded it,” Sophie said.
Max frowned.
“You kept forgetting what to say.”
“I knew what to say.”
“You cried.”
“I did not.”
“You did.”
“Enough,”
