She held my eyes.

“They’re their own people,” I said.

That was the answer she’d been waiting for.

It may have been the one I needed to say out loud for myself.

Back at the penthouse the apartment was loud.

Cormac had built a fortress out of every cushion in the living room.

Callan was at the table drawing a map of the skyline.

Connor had lined up every remote control in the apartment in order of size.