He stopped when he saw me, and then his gaze moved to the three children clustered around a table of seedlings.

I watched recognition happen slowly.

First confusion.

Then a quick, involuntary glance at Jude’s face.

Then the unmistakable shock of seeing Oliver’s familiar dimple and Wren’s dark, questioning eyes.

Callum gripped the terrace railing.

“Ruth?”

I stood.