The words drop with the force of an atomic bomb. It’s all I can do to stay standing. I lose my grip on the pillow and Dante takes the opportunity to snatch it away while I’m reeling from those three little words.
“Who told you that?” I ask, but Dante can’t hear me. He’s too busy divebombing Anatoly.
Anatoly tickles Dante into submission and suggests a game of hide-and-seek while I manage to collapse down on the couch and stare straight ahead at the wall. As soon as Dante runs into the closest closet, positive neither of us saw him, Anatoly claps a hand on my shoulder.
I look up at him, eyes narrowing. “Did you tell him?”
“Not a word,” he claims, hands raised in surrender. “Stella didn’t say anything, either. We were up late talking last night and she was still using codewords just in c
