“From three children?”

“From a woman who wanted to trap you.”

I felt the old ache rise, but it did not control me anymore.

“The children aren’t traps,” I said.

“And neither is a medical record.”

An event coordinator approached, clearly unsettled by the conversation.

Sloane asked him to give them a moment, then turned to Callum.

“Archer is your son too,” she said.