Henry!

Theo!

Wyatt!

Does it take a committee meeting to get out of the bathroom?”

I knew that voice.

The boys opened the door, and Lauren appeared on the other side.

For a few seconds, neither of us reacted.

She had changed.

She was thinner, her hair was pulled back, and there was a strange serenity in her eyes.

But she still pressed her lips together the same way when she was nervous.

She went pale when she saw me.

Wyatt, the youngest, looked at me and then at his mother.

“Mom, why does this man look like the man in the picture in your box?”

Lauren closed her eyes.