Three weeks after we returned from Italy, Eloise called a family meeting.
Not the informal kind. The formal kind, which in Carter family terms meant she called everyone including Elena and me and asked us to come to the townhouse on a specific date at a specific time and then would not tell anyone what it was about when asked.
Killian texted me: She won't tell me what it's about. Do you know?
I texted back: I genuinely don't. Are you flying in?
His reply came twenty minutes later: Already booked. Elena says hi.
We arrived on a Saturday afternoon to find Eloise and Madden both in the sitting room, which told me whatever this was, it was considered enough to require both parents present. Madden was looking better than he had since the stroke, some of the colour and the sharpness back, t
