Diego's POV

Davina’s eyes flew to mine. “Ravi, you wanna help me with this part?” she asked, trying to poke her half-made tower in his face to distract him.

He gave me a confused frown. “No, Mommy, that’s your job.” Then he looked pointedly at me as though to let me know he was still waiting for an answer.

“I…” I didn’t want to lie. Not more than I already was. I had you, son, was right there on the tip of my tongue. But I couldn’t say the words, and I was struggling to ...