I parked half a block away and gripped the steering wheel, my heart pounding. Leo pressed his face to the window. “Mom, that is Aunt Brooke’s house,” he whispered. I turned to him slowly. “Who?” He shrugged. “Dad takes me there sometimes. He said it was a surprise for you, and I was not supposed to tell.” My mouth went dry.

Before I could answer, the redheaded woman looked straight at our car and waved. Then Andrew turned, saw me, and the little girl on his hip. His face drained of color. The woman walked toward my window with tears in her eyes and tapped the glass. I rolled it down, shaking. “Hannah, I am so sorry,” she said. “This is not what you think. Please let him explain.”