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“Oof. A terrible betrayal.”

“Yes. I’d just finished my first residency, so I was strapped and exhausted, and I just could not believe she’d do something like that.” I rub my belly again, feeling the edges of my hurt and anger when I returned to the apartment and discovered what she’d done. “I cut her off.”

“Understandable.”

“Yeah.” I sigh. “Except that she supposedly died about six months later in a big explosion on a train in France. I never spoke to her again.” I look backward in time, to that moment when I was walking back to my apartment and my mother called. A ghost of the pain from that day runs below my skin. In those howling minutes, I would have done anything to get her back.

His eyes are kind, but he doesn’t speak.

“All this time I thought she was dead.” I spread my hands, looking at my palms as if the story is written there. “And then I saw her on the news from the nightclub fire. She was here in the CBD when it happened.”

“You believed her to be dead until you saw her on the television? All this time?”

“Yes.”

He measures me for a long moment. “You must be so angry.”

“That’s an understatement.” The slow boil of lava in my gut gurgles. “My mother urgently wanted me to come, or I might not have.”

The large dark eyes hold steady on my face. “For my sake, I’m glad that you did.”

I give him a half smile. “Oh, you would have found someone to warm your bed, I’m sure.”

“She would not have been you.”

“You don’t have to charm me, Javier.” To stave off any protestation he might bring, I shake my head. “Anyway, I guess I should get back to trying to find my sister. My mother will want a report.”

“What have you done so far?”

“Not much. I’ve tried to find her by name, but that’s a dead end. I do think that woman at the restaurant knew something, so I might go back there. But also—” I lift one eyebrow. “I’m looking out there at that ocean, and what I want to do is go surfing.”

He inclines his head. “Not look for your sister?”

“Surfing is how I think, and maybe I’ll get some ideas.” A thick discomfort rolls through my lungs, making it momentarily hard to breathe, and I straighten my shoulders to create more room. “Do you want to learn to surf?”

He raises his hands. “No, no. I’m going to see Miguel today.”

“All right, then.” I eat the last bite of my pastry and brush my fingers off. “I’m going to get out of here and leave you to it.”

He captures my hand. “You’ll come to our show tonight?”

I nod, touch his head, his thick, wavy hair. “Who else will protect you from all the women?”

“It’s true. I will need it.” He captures my hand, kisses my palm. “See you later.”

Chapter Fourteen

Mari

When I get home from my dinner with Nan, Simon has already tucked the children into bed. I tiptoe into each of their rooms and kiss their heads, then join Simon in the family room. He’s sprawled in his chair, the little dog in his lap, the others fast asleep on the rug. I can tell he’s exhausted. “How was your day?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair.

He leans into my hands, moving his head, and I rub harder. “Good. Sarah took first in the fifty-meter freestyle.”

“No kidding! That’s great. And Leo?”

“He lost to Trevor.” His gaze wanders back to his stopped movie. “I think the lad might have Olympic talent.”

“Trevor?”