“This is Guy Kitchener, but everyone calls him Kit.” Kit shuffles in, and I turn the laptop on an angle so we both fit in the screen. A “Holy mother of fuck” falls from someone’s mouth, but I have no idea who says it because the screen glitches for a second. “And before you say it, yes, he’s older. By, like, a lot,” I say. “I guarantee that’s not why Freddie said that,” Uncle Soren says.
