POV: Kesley

I didn't sleep well. Leo's arm was warm and solid across my waist and the room was quiet and there was genuinely no reason for me to be lying in the dark at two in the morning staring at the ceiling.

And yet there I was, thinking about a boy with Zachary's jaw standing in a school corridor giving my children threatening looks. A boy older than Brian and Sandy.

So, somewhere in the early years of my marriage while I was learning how to be a good wife and a good daughter-in-law and a good everything, there had been a child being raised in a different house...