“I’m sorry you had to bring them into this house, Grace.”

“Natalie, wait in the drawing room,” Ethan said, reaching for her wrist.

She stepped back into the hallway without answering, her heels clicking away down the long corridor.

I left the library five minutes later, leaving Ethan standing near the desk while Richard took a stack of blank legal pads out of his drawer.

I found Henry sitting on a velvet bench in the terrace vestibule near the tall glass doors.

Outside, snow was falling in steady, heavy flakes through the yellow light of the patio lanterns.