Chapter 23

At ten o'clock on Thursday morning, the open-air courtyard beneath Victoria Hayes's building was bathed in warm June sunlight. Audrey and I sat at a corner table inside the black iron patio railing, with Grace's stroller parked securely beside my chair. Grace lay in the bassinet in a soft white cotton romper. On her feet, for the first time since I bought them nine months ago, were the tiny cream socks from my study drawer. They finally fit her feet. At 10:01 a.m., I saw Connor walk up the...