Chapter 7
“Evan Bennett had a sister?” I asked quietly.
Claire’s eyes cut to me. “Who are you?”
“Someone who watched you leave two five-year-olds alone in an airport.”
“I didn’t leave them,” she said. “I arranged for pickup.”
“With whom?”
Her mouth opened.
Closed.
Then she looked toward the children. “Lily, tell them Aunt Rebecca was coming.”
Lily shrank against me.
I stood.
I did not move toward Claire. I did not raise my voice. I simply stood, and the air between us changed.
“Do not ask her to lie for you.”
Claire’s face flushed. “How dare you—”
Officer Daniels stepped between us. “Mrs. Bennett, you’ll speak with us separately.”
“This is absurd. I am their legal guardian.”
“Then you understand why abandoning them in a terminal is a serious matter.”
“I did not abandon them.”
Owen made the smallest sound.
Not a word.
Not a cry.
Just a broken breath.
Claire heard it.
Her eyes flicked toward him, and for one strange second, something like regret crossed her face. It was gone so quickly I almost wondered if I imagined it.
Then she looked away.
“I want a lawyer,” she said.
“That’s your right,” Daniels replied.
As officers led Claire aside, she turned once more. Her gaze locked on the stuffed bear in Owen’s arms.
And for the first time, I saw real fear.
Not fear of police.
Not fear of scandal.
Not fear of consequences.
Fear of that bear.
Owen must have felt it too, because he pulled the toy closer and buried his chin against its worn brown head.
I lowered myself beside him again.
“That bear has been through a lot,” I said.
Owen nodded.
“What’s his name?”
“Captain.”
“Captain,” I repeated. “Good name.”
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“Daddy gave him to me when I was little.”
“You’re still little,” Lily whispered.
