"Did Noah ever tell you how he knew?" he asked.
"He did."
"And?"
I looked across the table at Marcus instead of answering. My heart started beating a little faster because I knew what came next would change everything. There wasn't an easy way to say it. There probably never would've been.
Marcus looked back at me and something in his expression shifted. Like he already knew whatever I was about to say was going to land differently than anything else we'd talked about this morning.
"Marcus," I said. "What I'm about to tell you involves your father."
He went still.
Ethan looked between us.
"I've been sitting with this for a while," I said. "Trying to figure out the right time. There isn't really a right time for something like this so I'm just going to say it."
"Say what?" Marcus a
