feelings about Adrian Blackwood, and by the third
itchen table between them while Noah's cartoons murmured from the next room. "You
it's suspicion. T
g since university, when Elena's problems and Sarah's wine had first learned to keep each other company. "
e's a ni
it. "Not grudges, not slights, not apparently five-year-old employees who wander into his lobby looking like they walked ou
morning, standing in the marble lobby with her whole
He can't know anything. There's nothing to know. It was
stop
fway to her mouth, w
not
even said w
o stop doing this specific, humiliating thing where her pulse picked up every time she pictured pale grey-green eyes narrowing on Noah's face. "It was
maths anyone would eventually do, the maths Elena had spent
ra
saying th
ara
. Elena's hands were shaking again, the way they had in the lobby, and she hated i
it gently might make it truer. "It can't be. There are a thousand me
covered Elena's hand with hers, the old, famili
y, that kind of reach if he decides Noah is his, he is not going to ask nicely for visitati
't let
tled, but the warning in it didn't. "I j
d against the wall, lit by the television's glow, utterly unaware tha
she said quietly, "li
. "Then you'd better hope it stay
se had gone home, a single photograph pulled up on his monitor a stock image from the Blackwood
hair was common. Five-year-olds looked like a hundred different men at
d not believe a word of it,
call connected. "Birth records. Employment history. Anythin
That's a significant overre
ore he had to explain, even to himself, wh
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