Before I stepped outside, he said, “Adrian.”
I turned.
“I don’t think you’re the same man Evelyn married.”
I waited.
“But she doesn’t know that yet.”
“I know.”
“And neither do the children.”
“I know.”
He nodded once. “Then start with patience.”
I stepped onto the front stoop.
Marcus waited by the car, holding an umbrella though the rain had ended.
As we descended the steps, Evelyn called my name.
I turned.
She stood just inside the doorway, one hand resting against the frame.
“Adrian.”
“Yes?”
“The letter from the attorney wasn’t the only thing in that file.”
My pulse quickened.
“What else was there?”
She looked toward the stairs, where Julian and the children remained out of sight.
“Victoria said she was protecting us. But the attorney’s letter was written before I left Chicago.”
I waited.
Evelyn’s face had gone pale again.
“I didn’t leave because of Victoria,” she said. “I left because someone else came to the hospital after the twins were born.”
