Bearclaw Valley I remember

The confirmation from her mother was enough to keep the child from questioning him, though he was still uncertain of it all himself. He didn’t know how to feel about having not been recognised until long after the fact, nor towards having been doubted; Alexander was not often a liar, tending to often speak truths for the purpose alone of not being doubted. But it was all said and done and, despite everything, he knew he couldn’t dwell on it.

Steph’s reason for visiting was, in a way, surprising—only because he did not expect his sister to encourage her children to visit him. “Did something happen that she sent you?” he asked, worried. “Is everything alright over there?” His brows pinched together with concern, whilst he prepared himself for some terrible news—a pessimistic being, truly.