"Are you really not going to ask me?" Adam asked out of the blue.
Melanie froze. She didn't answer right away, almost tempted to act as if she hadn't heard him or didn't understand what he was referring to. But she sighed after a moment. There was no point in pretending. She understood perfectly. And the truth was—she didn't want to ask. Not really.
Adam sighed too, then reached out and rolled her gently onto him so that she was lying across his chest.
She met his eyes, quiet for a beat, then placed her palms flat on his chest and let her chin rest on the backs of her hands.
"I'm not sure I want to know how you're going to deal with the whole situation," she said quietly. Then, after a pause, her voice slightly more careful, she added, "Anyway... did you meet the child?"
"I did," Adam said after a moment, his voice low but steady.
Melanie didn't respond right away, but her silence wasn't empty. She was listening.
