I opened my mouth.
Nothing came out.
Cairo's hand was still wrapped around Rome's fingers. Rome didn't pull away. He didn't tighten his grip either. He just stood there, waiting for me to say something, because even he looked like he didn't know what to say.
As if he was waiting for me to tell the truth.
As if he was waiting for me to admit that the resemblance wasn't a coincidence.
That he was the father of all three of them.
"Yes…"
I finally said, my voice sounding far away even to my own ears. "Sometimes people can look alike even if they're not related."
Cairo's eyes narrowed slightly, the way they did when he was thinking too hard for his age. "But we look really alike," he insisted. "Not just a little."
Egypt gasped dramatically and leaned closer, squinting while comparing the two of them. "Wait. That's true. The eyes! You have the same eyes!"
"Egypt.." Paris warned quietly.
