Olivia.

He said her name with an ease that made my stomach turn.

Brielle pressed against my side.

Parker tried to hide behind my shopping bag, though there was nothing in it but a folder from Caroline’s office.

“Go sit on the front step with your brother,” I told Brielle.

“I’m going to call Aunt Nora.” Nora was a trusted neighbor the children knew.

I didn’t want them standing between angry adults, and I didn’t intend to leave them alone with Grant.