be escorted back to the terminal.”
Lily’s juice slipped in her hand.
I caught it before it spilled.
“No,” Owen whispered.
Daniels leaned closer. “You don’t have to talk to her right now.”
“She’ll be mad,” Lily said.
“No,” I said, my voice harder than I intended.
Both children looked at me.
I softened it. “She doesn’t get to be mad at you for being found.”
Owen stared at me, as if that idea had never occurred to him.
A few minutes later, a door near the gate opened.
Claire Bennett came through with two airport officers beside her.
She was younger than I had first thought, maybe early thirties, with smooth dark hair tucked behind one ear and sunglasses perched on her head. The beige coat was expensive. So were the bag, the shoes, the watch at her wrist.
But no expensive thing in the world could hide panic
