FORTY-FIVE
The knock at the door as she hung up with Freddie took Vivian by surprise. She wondered if Hannah had somehow managed to talk her way into the building and was about to abduct her and carry her off to the safety of the suburbs. She wouldn’t put it past her. But when Vivian opened the door she saw a husky young man around her age standing there. He was tanned with brown eyes and blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. He was wearing jeans and a work shirt, and looked as if he spent most of his time outdoors.
“Yes?” Vivian said, in a nervous tone of voice, wondering how he got into the building without using the intercom.
“Vivian?”
“Yeah, who are you?”
The man smiled and stuck out his hand. “Ethan Rorke.” He paused for a moment, then said, “Joanna’s son.”
Vivian was stunned
