"But Noah's the father," Bram argued.

Just then, the family came out of the cottage. Perhaps the mourners wouldn't have been misplaced now, for it certainly looked like a funeral, with Alice holding her bag and looking at the ground straight ahead of her, Tobias looking uncomfortable, Ben looking grim, Maggie carrying her toddler on her hip and trying to stop it from crying, Will quiet and sulky, and Anne near tears.

Bram began to cry.