I said yes too quickly.

“Remember,” she told me gently, “he is meeting someone Simon spoke about.

He doesn’t know the questions you arrived with.”

I nodded and followed her.

Leo sat on the living-room rug building a wooden train track.

He had dark eyes and a stubborn cowlick toward one side of his head.

He looked up.

I stopped beside a dining chair and put one hand on its back.