The call from Eloise came on a Sunday morning.
I was in the garden of the brownstone, doing approximately nothing useful, watching Nora work very hard at sitting up and James attempt to eat a stick he had found, when my phone rang.
Eloise rarely called on Sundays. Eloise rarely called at all. She sent texts or she showed up in person with food.
I answered immediately.
"Mia," she said. Her voice was measured but something was underneath it. "I need you to come to the house."
"Of course. Are you all right?"
"It's Madden," she said. "He's in hospital."
I was in a car within twenty minutes, babies with the nanny, Kade called and already on his way.
Madden Carter had suffered a stroke. It was contained, the doctors said, and he had been found quickly, which mattered enormously. But it w
