Only the edge of his green scrub coat was still visible next to Julian’s elbow.

Eleanor patted the double strand of pearls at her throat.

“It’s an old mistake by the photo lab,” Eleanor said.

“Who’s wearing the medical scrubs?” I asked.

“Julian refuses to talk about his biological father.

Is that him?”

Eleanor gave me a long, flat look.

“Some parts of the past are buried for good,” Eleanor said.