(Amelia)
I left the text unanswered and sat with it instead, turning it over, trying to work out how a number I'd never given anyone had reached the phone in my hand.
By morning I had a guess. If Nathaniel knew about Ethan, and the whole atrium had seen the boy's face, then it was only a matter of days before it reached the people Nathaniel came from. He had a family. A brother. Parents, or a version of them. I'd married into all of it seven years ago and known almost none of them, because our wedding had been a contract between families and I'd been the wrong daughter standing in the right dress.
I called Nathaniel before I called anyone else. That surprised me, that he was the one I reached for.
"Someone texted me," I said. "Last night. Said they heard their grandson was beautiful an
