“We made fine time,” I said, though my voice sounded thinner than I wanted it to.
Lily leaned closer, her eyes scanning my face under the amber glow of the hanging lamps. Her smile faded slightly, replaced by a line between her brows.
“Mom, your eyes are so red,” Lily said, her silver rings clicking together as she touched her own cheek. “Are you okay? Have you been crying?”
I smoothed my hands down my thighs, pressing the emerald silk against my legs to stop my fingers from shaking.
“It is just the cold wind outside,” I said, offering her a quick smile that did not reach my eyes. “The breeze off the river is really strong tonight.”
Jake looked from me to the empty chair at the head of the table, his spoon quiet in his hand.
Noah reached for the heavy glass pitcher in the center of the table and poured cold lemon water into my glass. He set the pitcher down without a sound and looked directly at me.
