“Gwen and Tyler still see the kid who sat by the radiator, Mom,” he said, looking over at me.

“I saw Gwen at the hotel an hour ago,” I said.

“She had a ribbon box for the committee.”

Evan didn’t look away from me.

“Let her carry it,” he said quietly.

“Are you heading to the downtown office building later?” I asked.

“At three,” Evan said, shutting the pen case with a soft click.

“I’ve got a meeting on the fourth floor.”