Chapter 92
- “This is Emily,” Tristan introduces me, “Jameson’s wife, and this is their son, James.”
- “Hello.” The little boy looks to be about three. He has dark hair and blue eyes like his father.
- “Hi.” Emily smiles, leans in, and kisses my cheek. “Lovely to meet you.” She’s heavily pregnant. “Our daughter Imogen is around here somewhere.” She smiles. “She’s twenty-three months old.”