She’d never left Detroit to get away from me.

She’d stayed right here in the city, secretly carrying my child while I played executive games on the forty-third floor.

The elevator doors opened with a sharp mechanical chime, showing the floor-to-ceiling glass wall behind the shaft where heavy snow was beating against the outside pane.

“Lucas, what did the nurse tell you?” Paige asked, stepping closer with her forehead creased.

I walked into the elevator, turned around and looked at my sister.