Chapter 16

Odette planned my baby shower without turning it into a family performance. Twelve people filled the inn’s garden room. Imogen had flown down from New York. My doctor sent a card. Two women from Odette’s staff tied pale yellow ribbons around small jars of flowers. There were no games about predicting my marriage. No one asked when Rhys and I would reconcile. The cake said only: Welcome, little one. For the first hour, I almost forgot to watch the door. Then the brass bell rang. Grant,...