Liana's POV

"Mum," I said, the second Cam had taken off again in the direction of her chair across the counter, leaving behind a path of sticky fingerprints and innocence in her wake, I was actually surprised she didn't say anything. My voice was strained, too sharp around the edges, and I didn't like how defensive I already was. "About this morning…”

She didn't bat an eye. She flipped the last pancake onto a plate like a woman who'd spent her life flipping more than breakfast… ...