“Sage. I meant to ask—who exactly are you planning to share this story with?” Evie flung her arms wide in a dramatic curtsy, faking exasperation. “Our children, obviously. Girls, I think. Two of them.” She was joking, of course, but that did not mean she didn’t enjoy the way he paled, looking seconds away from fainting. “Girls. Two of them,” he repeated slowly, like it was happening, like she’d currently summoned the children just by mentioning it, like she was conjuring gremlins.
