AMELIA — AND PRIYA, who was not about to turn down some Saturday morning excitement — lurked inside the vestibule of their building until Charlie texted her that he’d arrived.
As they stepped outside and into a burst of flashbulbs, Amelia considered pulling up her hood to shield her face. But she had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of and had done nothing wrong. She walked fast and frightened with her head held high to Charlie’s car.
As the door shut behind her and Priya, Charlie pulled away from the curb. She slumped against the headrest and closed her eyes in relief.
While he navigated the streets to the mews where he and Jo lived with their twins, Amelia waited for her brother to say something. But he was silent and looked uncharacteristically grave. Amelia did not find it reassurin
