Chapter 107:
We go to see Arthur Sterling on a Thursday.
The house is the same. The fountain. The columns. The gate with the camera on the post. The nurse who opens the door and leads us through the marble hallway to the study.
Arthur Sterling is in his wheelchair by the window with a blanket on his knees and a book in his lap.
He's smaller than he was three weeks ago. The cancer's eating him from the inside. His hands are thin and his face is gray and his breath comes in little sips.
But his eyes are the same.
"Mr. Vance," he says. "Mrs. Vance. Sit down."
We sit down.
"I heard about the baby," he says. "Congratulations."
"Thank you."
"Ellie Hope. That's a good name." He tips his head. "Your mother would have liked it."
Kael's quiet.
"That's what I wanted to ask you about," he
