“I told you we were done.

I told you never to come here.”

Chapter 6 — He Is Not Yours

“I’m not here about you,” the man said, and even muffled through the door Hattie could hear that he was tired in a way that went past that one afternoon.

“I don’t care about you, Odette.

I’m here about the boy.”

His eyes had gone past her, out to the yard, to where Theo was crouched over something in the wet grass, absorbed the way four-year-olds get absorbed, oblivious to the adults deciding his life on the porch.

“You can’t keep hiding from this,” the man said.