“Today’s not too soon,” Cloe said quietly, looking up from her phone. “But Daniel, there’s something you need to know before you decide what happens next.”
Daniel was still sitting on the hallway floor, Mac crouched beside him, Dave standing close with the tablet held loosely against his chest. He looked up at Cloe, his eyes red-rimmed but steady now, the careful journalist’s composure slowly rebuilding itself.
“What is it,” he said.
“Hannah’s coming here today,” Cloe said. “She wants to bring her birth certificate. She wants to meet Eleanor.” Cloe knelt down so she was closer to his eye level. “She doesn’t know about you yet. We can keep it that way for now, if you’re not ready. Or.”
“Or,” Daniel said.
“Or you could be here when she arrives,” Cloe said. “Not announced. Not a surprise
