“Your mother tells me you’ve never learned to swim. I’m sure Ever can teach you if you’re up for it.” “I’m sorry…” I couldn’t decide who to focus on as I recited the name in my head. At last, I forced myself to ask the burning question. “Who’s Ever?” Thomas and Rosalyn had some silent conversation that ended with her biting her lip and Thomas letting out an aggravated sigh. “He’s my son.”
Of course, he is. Can this be more derived?
