I lowered my gaze to the photograph again.
“What does Vanessa want with Eli?”
Before Julian could answer, his phone rang.
Blake.
Julian answered on speakerphone.
“Tell me Emma’s there,” Blake said.
“I’m here,” I replied.
His voice carried an unmistakable urgency.
“My mother is in Chicago.”
My blood turned to ice.
“When?”
“Her jet landed twenty minutes ago. Martin is with her.”
Julian’s expression darkened.
“Martin isn’t missing?”
“No,” Blake replied. “He disappeared from New York because he was never running from me. He was running to her.”
I pressed a hand against my stomach.
“Why would Vanessa come here?”
Blake remained silent for half a second.
Then he said, “Because she knows about the boys.”
The doorbell rang.
Una vez.
Entonces de nuevo.
Lentamente.
Deliberadamente.
La voz de Noé llamó desde arriba.
“¿Mamá? Hay una señora en la puerta”.
Julian se movió primero.
