Alicia watched in detached confusion as he handed her the photo, not connecting it with any sort of significance. She was a little confused at why he was handing a picture of a strange child but just figured she had a poor reaction to one of his products. She was not at all ready for what he said next.
"Oh," she said blankly, her face neutral as every little word was processed through her mind. George had a kid. George had a kid that was nearly seven. He had a kid and never told any of them. The kids mum was dead. He had a half orphaned kid and he had come to her. What the bloody fuck was going on?