"Sorry! I know you wouldn't, but-" Lyra grimaced, trying not to make this all about herself, even though she was reeling with the knowledge that she'd slept with Rosario's half brother. Half brother??! Fuck!
She shook her head, curles slapping her face. "Did Carla say how come she never said? She knew who he was, right? How rich he was? Is?" It wasn't fair Carla had to struggle to support her family when Mr Goldenhawk wiped his ass on money, it was total bullshit. If it was Lyra, she woulda been banging down their manor door, pregnant and angry and demanding support.
(Would she, though, at eighteen? And back in the 90s? It was a lot easier to say from where she stood now than where Carla must've been then...)