Hailee's POV
The moment we stepped into the suite, I guided my boys to the couch and squatted before them. "Listen," I whispered, leaning close so only they could hear. "There's something you'll have to do for me, okay? Something small, but very important. You have to tell a little lie." Their brows shot up in unison, curiosity lighting their young faces. Oscar's eyes narrowed, sharp and suspicious. Oliver's mouth shaped a round O. Ozzy just waited, silent, eager to hear what I had to say.
"You mean like… fibs?" Oliver asked, his voice small.
"Yes." I swallowed and forced a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Only this once. I need you to say that your father—your real father—died when you were two. Say we were married, and say he passed away. Say it like you believe it."
Their faces changed slowly. Confusion, then tentative acceptance. "Why?" Ozzy asked quietly.
