She stopped when she noticed Dad at the dining table.
“Mr. Sterling.”
“Mrs. Hale.”
Her eyes moved to me.
“I didn’t realize this was a family conference.”
“It isn’t,” I said. “It’s a conversation.”
Rowan pulled out a chair.
Selina stayed standing.
“May I see Leo first?”
The request surprised me because her voice softened around his name.
Rowan looked at me.
Leo was awake in the bassinet, calmly staring at nothing.
I nodded.
Selina approached.
She didn’t reach for him.
She simply looked down.
“Oh,” she whispered.
Leo waved one hand.
Selina smiled.
A real smile.
“Hello, darling.”
Something inside me loosened despite everything.
Children had a strange ability to make complicated adults simple for a moment.
Then she sat.
I placed the lease correspondence before her.
Her face changed.
“You found that.”
“Yes.”
Rowan leaned forward.
“What is it?”
So he didn’t know.
He read the note.
Pregnancy-related anxiety.
His expression hardened.
“Mom.”
“I was trying to help.”
“By intercepting notices?”
“I wasn’t intercepting anything. I asked them to send correspondence to the office.”
“So Phoebe wouldn’t see it.”
“She was pregnant.”
“She was also my wife.”
“I knew you’d tell her when the time was right.”
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