I wired Mr Kendall immediately: Correction. Stop. James Trevalyan, Jr.Stop.I will fight you with everything I have in order to keep in contact with my sonStop.Interfere with my rights as Jamie’s father, and never doubt I will take him away
The next telegram simply said James Stuart Trevalyan II, to which I responded Very well
Mr Kendall had struck me as a caring parent. Perhaps his purpose in that letter was simply to ascertain my intentions regarding my son. Nevertheless, I resented its tone.
Jeremy worried his thumbnail.
“What is it?”
“Are you going to tell your parents about your son’s birth?”
I tugged my lower lip.
“I beg your pardon. I know I haven’t the right to interfere—this is your family—but your mother and father care about you.”
Are you sure? But I didn’t say the words.
I went to him and hugged him. He had no idea how it was with the Trevalyans, but I didn’t want to frighten him off, and so I wouldn’t tell him.
“Thank you, ochi chyornye.”