I pushed it open.

And I stepped into the locked room at the top of the stairs, and what was in there rearranged everything I thought I had married.

Chapter 7 — The Shrine

Photographs.

That was the first thing, before my eyes could make sense of the rest of it — that every wall of that small room was covered, edge to edge, floor to ceiling, in photographs, hundreds of them, and every single one was of Julian.

Julian as a baby.