“Only for a minute.”
Lucas leaned against my arm. “Can we get pancakes?”
I kissed the top of his head. “Yes. Pancakes solve many emergencies.”
As the Bentley drove away, I glanced back one last time.
Blake was still standing beside the curb.
Solo entre todos los coches que lo esperan.
Somehow, he looked smaller than I had ever seen him.
And for the first time in five years, I understood that my past wasn’t finished with me.
By the time we arrived at the house in Lincoln Park, my nerves were stretched to their limit.
Julian was waiting in the doorway. Tall and composed, dressed in a soft gray sweater with his sleeves rolled up, he stood there with Eli’s favorite dinosaur tucked under one arm and a cup of coffee for me in his hand.
His eyes swept over my face once.
That was enough.
“What happened?”
