Sloane straightened slowly, her composure slipping for the first time.

She looked at Grant, then back at the boy.

October ten years ago was exactly four months after Grant signed the divorce papers.

“Grant, you remember my children, Rowan, June, and Ellis,” Caroline said, resting her hand on June’s shoulder.

Sloane turned toward Grant, her fingers moving slowly as she smoothed her lace sleeve against her wrist.

“Grant, he has your exact eyes and hairline.”

Grant gave a dismissive laugh that sounded thin against the granite wall.