She was counting on the fact that he wouldn’t be savvy enough, at four, even four going on forty, to see that.
He didn’t answer. His hand stilled on the truck, but he didn’t let go of it.
“You don’t lie, remember?” she said.
He sat there.
“Has someone told you that?”
The next time he glanced up, there were tears in his eyes. She had her answer.
“Levi...”
“Do I gotta tell?” His lower lip trembled.
“Yeah.” She nodded. “But you don’t have to tell me what you can’t tell. Just who told you not to.”
He didn’t say anything more. So she tried to make it easier on him.
“Was it your daddy?”
Chin on his knee, he shook his head.
“Was it Mara at school?”
Another shake of his head.
“Someone else at school?”
He shook his head again.
She thought about that broken arm. About where he’d been when it had happened. About a mother who never dropped her son off or picked him up from school.
“Was it your mommy?”
He didn’t respond. Not even a shake of the head.
Lacey had her answer.
* * *
THERE WERE SOME days a guy just needed a burger. The biggest, juiciest patty of beef he could find. And when a guy had a pint-size sidekick, it had to be at a place that served pint-size versions of the same.
Instead of taking Levi straight to preschool after their meeting at social services, Jem turned their truck in the opposite direction and drove until they landed at the beach. At Uncle Bob’s—one of his and Levi’s favorite spots.
Lacey Hamilton had told him basically nothing when she’d come into her office alone less than twenty minutes before. He’d been about to say a whole lot, until she’d explained that Levi was with a coworker of hers, looking at her goldfish, and would be along in a second.
“Can I play in the sand?” the boy asked as he unhooked his seat belt.
“Yep.”
Levi climbed out of his car seat in the back and made his way to the front of the truck to get out with Jem.
Jem had been thinking about making the little guy wait until he opened the back door to get him out, but figured Levi would be opening doors on his own—exiting them without wanting his father close—soon enough. He swung the boy up on his hip and carried him toward the entrance.
It was a testimony to their dual state of mind when Levi put his arms around Jem’s neck and rode the whole way in. Most days he’d have been pushing his feet against Jem’s thighs, eager to be down and on his own.
“I don’t have school today, do I?” Levi asked as they waited to be shown to their table. He’d requested one by the big sandbox play area. Tuesday before noon and the place was already crowded.