“The children aren’t in the car,” I said.

“Oh, what a shame,” Sierra said.

She slid her arm through Cole’s, her glossy pink nails bright against his dark wool coat.

“I was so hoping to see them.

Though I suppose that denim jacket and those heavy boots make it much easier to haul car seats around town.”

Cole didn’t move his arm away from her.

He stood straight, looking over my head toward the street corner.

“Lauren is on her way to pick up her things, Sierra.”