didn’t answer.
She followed his gaze toward me.
I looked away.
My hands were shaking.
Mrs. Henderson reached over and covered one with hers.
“You don’t owe him anything tonight,” she whispered.
She was right.
But fate apparently wasn’t finished.
Because after the performance, as hundreds of parents crowded into the lobby…
Adam walked straight toward me.
PART SIX — “ARE THOSE MY KIDS?”
I saw him coming.
My first thought was absurdly practical.
I wondered whether my mascara had smudged.
Twelve years of abandonment, and somehow part of my brain was worried about mascara.
“Allison.”
His voice sounded almost exactly the same.
I hated that.
I looked at him.
“Adam.”
Behind him stood the woman and the girl.
The woman looked confused.
Adam looked toward the triplets.
They had just reached me.
Andy was carrying his saxophone case.
Amara had her artwork tucked under one arm.
