Caleb's gaze slid from Kalisa to her mother and back. "Not what I think?" he asked, slow, deliberate. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing just slightly. "Funny thing is… you don't even know what I think."
Kalisa bit her lip. Her fingers trembled as she pushed her hair behind her ear. "Look, Caleb, please don't twist this. You probably didn't hear everything."
His brow lifted at that, a glint of amusement sparking in his eyes. "So there is something to hear?"
Her chest tightened. She'd cornered herself without him saying a word. Panic pressed against her ribs.
Lisa cleared her throat softly. "Kalisa, maybe—"
"No," Kalisa cut her mother off, stepping closer to Caleb. Her voice lowered, urgent, almost pleading. "You came at the wrong time, Caleb. We were just talking about… family things. Private things."
"Private things?" Caleb repeated, testing the phrase like it left a sour taste. His stare locked on her, unblinking, weighing her words. "Family things that include me?"
