Verity tried to think as he spoke, someone they could contact that could keep their mouth closed. Immedeately she thought of Theo, but she didn't even want him to know this- and she knew that Theo knew no better how to deal with a squib child than she did. There were her brothers- if they were still alive... of course, that would mean having to admit to them still being alive, hoping they didn't hate her too much, and actually convincing one of them to take Marlowe.
No.
She couldn't do that. She didn't know them, she assumed they were dead, and well, she didn't want the sort of person who walked out on their family taking care of Marlowe.
But when Montague said her name and then asserted that Marlowe couldn't be a squib she knew something was wrong- something more. She stopped and looked at him. It was clear from his tone that he hadn't remembered some instance of possible ability. "Monty, what are you talking about? We both know that he could very well be-"