siness in adjacent conference rooms. Elise reached her daughter just as the boy, Jacob, took a hesitant step closer. She scooped Hea

lise had ever seen was spread out in a state of half-completion-an

pointed a small finger. "Mommy

le, motionless

s framed a face of almost shocking precision-high cheekbones, straight nose, a mouth that looked like it ha

gaze, in the set of those shoulders

second son Jacob, in the secret hours of the night when she'd wh

rwater. She held Heaven tighter, her eyes never leaving t

lat assessment of a child who'd learned early that adults were

tish-educated, nothing like a New York child's. "

on Elise's shoulder

iculously organized. She saw the careful distance he maintained, the wall he'd buil

meaning it more than she co

. Not quite a shrug. "I'm

professional. "Jacob Booth? Time for your medication, sweetheart." She wa

ot

he features she'd missed in her shock. The cheekbones were Callum's. The jaw. The way he he

pproaching with a tray of pills and syringes. "She said they're

n't want her medicines. I d

, Ja

he adults refused to admit. "She pretends. She smiles and buys things and thinks I don't notice. But I notice.

ed the screen of the tabl

performance. "Jacob, baby! Mommy's coming up to see you. Are you being good for the nu

se. It didn't need to. The contempt in it

heart, don't

'end call' button on the table

ho wore her ex-husband's face and her enemy's name and sp

son," she said.

a Booth. That's what matte

s sleeve. "Mommy? Are y

en her son, who was somehow Callum and Jaida's child, who e

udden movement startled Heav

eaven. We'r

Mom

ow

at pulled at her healing incision from four years ago, ignoring everything except th

Lego pieces, watching her go with eyes that