The woman running toward us moved like she belonged in a different world than mine.
Her heels struck the polished airport floor with sharp, expensive clicks. A cream-colored coat flew open behind her, revealing a fitted navy dress and a diamond pendant at her throat that flashed under the terminal lights.
“Graham!” she called again.
His face had gone pale.
Not uncomfortable.
Not surprised.
Pale.
Like a man watching two separate lives collide in front of him.
I shifted Oliver higher on my hip. He pressed his sticky little fingers against my cheek and babbled something I couldn’t understand. Beside me, Lily kept offering Graham her half-eaten cracker, completely unaware that she had just cracked open the foundation of a billionaire’s life. Sophie stood near my leg, serious and quiet, clutching the sleeve of my coat.
The woman reached us breathless.
“There you are,” she said, touching Graham’s arm as though she had every right to. “I’ve been calling you. Our boarding group—”
Then she saw me.
Her hand froze.
Her eyes moved from my face to the children.
