Camila Davis felt a cold shiver run through her heart as she looked at him.
There were questions on the tip of her tongue, but she bit them back.
Her grandmother had always been so good to her. The least she could do now was hope the old woman could rest in peace.
This wasn’t the place for difficult conversations.
Lowering her eyes, Camila kept quiet, leading little Lillian out of the funeral parlor and into the family lounge set up next door.
Jordan Smith noticed her silence, his brow twitching with annoyance. But after a second, he shrugged it off and returned to stand beside Sandra Taylor.
Sandra’s eyes were red from crying, her face the very picture of heartbreak.
Jordan reached into his pocket and handed her a handkerchief. As she took it, there was an odd, almost sweet intimacy between them—completely out of place at a funeral.
Everyone’s attention was fixed on the pair, so no one noticed the small boy quietly slipping out the side door.
He peeked around corners, eventually making his way to the lounge.
Inside, Camila held Lillian close, still lost in her grief.
Suddenly, the door slammed open with a bang.
Lillian flinched, clearly startled.
Camila instinctively wrapped her arms tighter around her daughter, turning to see who it was.
Sandra Taylor’s son—Daniel—strolled in like he owned the place, his gaze quickly locking onto Lillian. He sized her up, then blurted, “I know you… You’re Dad Jordan’s daughter, right? I heard there’s something wrong with your head. Is that true?”
Camila stared, stunned. She hadn’t expected words like that from a three-year-old.
And… Dad Jordan?
Lillian, who had autism and seldom spoke, seemed frozen by the sudden hostility.
Daniel, sensing he was onto something, pressed on, “Why don’t you talk? Are you mute? Or just stupid? Or maybe crazy?”
A barrage of questions flew out, and then, with a smug little smirk, he added, “No wonder nobody likes you…”
Camila’s face went pale with shock.
“You—”


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