“Rachel?”
James turned so fast his badge swung on the clip.
His face went blank first—shock—then shifted into something worse.
Guilt.
“Rachel,” he said, low and tight. “What are you doing here?”
Lily’s head snapped toward me.
Her eyes widened.
“Mom?”
The older man in the bed looked between us, then slowly sat up straighter.
He didn’t look confused.
He looked like someone who knew this moment would come.
