CHAPTER 30
Roger rubbed his thinning hair. Why had he let his wife talk him into this? What had he been thinking? With the house empty now, he had encouraged Juliette to spend some time on herself, to pursue some of the hobbies she had always put off when their daughter was little. She had often expressed interest in creating her own line of children’s picture books, and Roger even offered to turn the den into an artist’s studio. But she wanted something more. She needed people. People she could teach. People she could talk to. People she could nurture and watch grow. Roger couldn’t offer that, not out of thin air. And so here he was, on the outskirts of the hotel district. And what was he supposed to do — ask around to see if someone’s nameless sister was working behind any of the curtai
