Chapter 17 — One Day at a Time

Five months have passed since the morning Dr.

Lindqvist called, and Christopher is a healthy, energetic, endlessly curious little boy who grips my finger now with a whole fist and shows no memory at all of the plastic box where he began.

Rosalie recently reopened her independent interior design studio.

I provided the initial capital to help her relaunch it, and she accepted, on one strict condition: that my corporate name would never, under any circumstances, appear on her building or her business.

I agreed at once, and I understood exactly why she asked, and I loved her the more for it.