t been kind to No

ing the wool with the automatic precision of four years of practice. The child beneath the fabric w

eepless nights and emergency room visits and the constant, grinding fear that each breath migh

ur years old and she knew the names of seventeen different cardiac medications. She knew what a c

who thought she was dead. She didn't know that the woman walking beside her wa

Elise guided Heaven through the revolving doors, past the information desk, towa

y, wa

vending machines huddled together like mechanical sentinels. "W

ture book from her bag-a gift from Sister Margaret, something about a brave little engine-and began to read

already drafting questions for Dr. Frye, already rehearsing the arguments she'd need to convince him t

gled. Hot liqui

't care what the board says, tel

Familiar in a way that made Elise's spine st

tu

swept into that same effortless chignon Elise remembered from a lifetime ago. She was facing the wind

coffee cup. The cardboard so

her call.

eyes

lowed, a $2,000 piece of technology shattering

e that still hung there, the Booth matriarch's diamond

l came down on the phone's scr

trolled. Four years of rage compressed

r of old parchment, her eyes darting toward the elevator, the security de

out, childish, absurd. "The fire.

a's perfume, that same sharp scent from four years ago. "Happens mo

intimacy. "You look well. The Booth family diet agrees with you. Tell me-" She leaned in, her lips almost tou

n't you dare-this is Booth property. Callum spo

her coat sweeping behind her. "Don't worry, Jaida. I'm not here for you. Not yet. But when I am-" She looked back, one final glance. "-

he heard Jaida stumble toward the stairwell, heard the frantic dialing of a replace

er toward Heaven's ben

e missed beat from four years ago, her body re

ave

amming against the counter. "My daughter. Four years old, pink coat,

mall chair just behind the counter, where Heaven was looking at a picture book, her coughing having subsided. Just then, the door to the VIP playroom a few feet away opened, and a nurse emerged, followed by a small, sol

old. The name. The f

Jacob Booth. The philanthropist's son. Su

et carrying her toward her daugh