“We left your office ten years ago, Grant,” Caroline said.

“We aren’t coming back.”

She turned toward the double doors and pulled them open into the hall.

Rowan was standing near the water fountain three yards away, holding her small digital watch up to the light to check the minutes.

Ellis stood beside her, his hand resting near his jacket seam, while June sketched the pattern of the wall sconces in her small notebook.

“Is the wedding starting soon, Mom?” Rowan asked.