anger Marco was trying to hide, the same disbelief that had pulled me across the terminal.
But Daniels was trained for this.
She did not curse.
She did not promise things she could not control.
She did not build herself into a storm because children needed shelter, not thunder.
“We’re going to get you something to drink,” she said. “Would juice be okay?”
Lily nodded.
Owen did not answer.
I turned to Marco. “Find something soft. Juice. Crackers. Fruit if they have it.”
He left without hesitation.
“Do you have family nearby?” Daniels asked the twins.
Owen said nothing.
Lily shook her head.
“Grandparents? Aunts? Uncles?”
“Our daddy had a brother,” Lily said slowly. “But Claire said he didn’t want us.”
Something shifted inside me.
“What was your father’s name?” I asked.
“Evan,” she said. “Evan Bennett.”
I knew that name.
Not immediately.
It came like a voice from another
