Aiden doesn’t say anything else to the twins about what happened in the car, even though I know it’s bothering him. They grab their stuff for Franco’s birthday sleepover while Aiden gets changed for Charlotte’s house, then Aiden drops them off at the party, and we finally arrive at my house.

Mom’s not home, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s with Brian. I send her a text to let her know I’m home but going out again, and store Natalia’s enchiladas in the fridge. I wonder if Brian will come over and recognize the Tupperware and the food inside.

Since Mom’s not here, she can’t say anything about me bringing Aiden up to my room. He’s sitting on my bed, pretending to look interested when I hold up different outfit options. The folder sits on the edge of the bed near him, taunting me. Every once in a while he picks it up to scan it, as if new information will appear, and I figure he’s trying to distract himself from thinking about his brothers. He told me he didn’t want to talk about it when we dropped the twins off, so I let it go. For now.

“Which one, Aiden?’ I ask, ignoring the stupid folder that’s making me feel like everything I’ve ever known was a lie. Does Agent Dylan even care about my safety? Did he even care if I post stuff online? It’s been a year since this all started—are they tired and just want to use me as bait so it’s over with?

“The first dress you showed me.” Aiden gestures noncommittally, then moves the folder out of my view. “Stop thinking about it, at least for tonight. Don’t worry about Luke. What information can he realistically find out from jail?”

I throw the dresses I was holding onto the bed and plop down beside them.

“But what if he does find a way to contact Tony?” I frown, and Aiden puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer to him.

“He can’t do any research in jail, Thea. And even if he does contact Tony, what are the odds that Tony even wants anything to do with Anna? Isn’t he devoted to hunting you down? You think he’s going to drop all that to reconnect with a kid he didn’t even know he had and probably wants nothing to do with?”

My frown deepens as I study my hands. “I don’t know? Maybe he’d think of Anna as, like, his replacement for Sabrina?”

Aiden’s thumbs move in small circles on my waist. “Okay, how about Anna? I’m almost one hundred percent positive she’d want nothing to do with her biological father if Luke went to her with contact information.”

“I guess. But what if Luke thinks he knows what’s best for her and contacts him anyway?”

Aiden sighs, and it must be a testament to his patience that he doesn’t get frustrated with me being so exasperating.

“And like I said, he’s in jail.”