“Of course she is,” Sierra said, giving me a tight smile that never reached her eyes.

“Let us know if you need any secondhand nursery supplies, Lauren.

I know some wonderful charity donation centers in Queens that help mothers in tough financial situations.”

I looked down at Cole’s right overcoat pocket, remembering the dark blue Tiffany box I had opened in the dark closet two nights earlier.

“I’ll be at the penthouse at three thirty to pick up the baby clothes and medical files,” I said, keeping my hands in my coat pockets.

“Make sure you leave the apartment keys on the kitchen counter when you go,” Sierra said softly, adjusting her diamond pendant again.