owd. I am pressed against the doors for forty agon

et. The temperature has

on the concrete steps, shivering in a thin winter

e cries, launching h

ol coat around her tiny shoulders. I apologize prof

eburgers. While Rosie eats her fries, I text Eloise the new add

uses back to Center City,

apartment, Ethan's e

ondon. A multi-billion-dollar acquisition is on th

s his laptop. To ensure absolute silence, he switches his pers

front door of the townhouse

door handle. I

the door. The building requires a key fob for entry after

locke

st. I pull out my phone

raight to

nd again. Five

m locked out. The

espo

ng through my thin sweater. Rosie sn

Auntie," sh

there are no names, just numbers.

corner of the street, trying to use the glass shelter to block the wind. I

ur pa

reen. A heavy, suffocating

ignor

other to his life, I lied about him being bankrupt, and now I'm bringing a kid to

g on my lashes. I feel like

Ethan slams his laptop shut. He j

out into the living room.

n fr

into the bedroom, snatch

Five missed calls. E

ocked

s reall

ou as

for both

it-hits Ethan like a bullet to the chest. His

't grab his shoes. He grabs the