Chapter 7

Nathan bent down to the little boy, smiling, touching his face–a perfect miniature of his own.

Cooper chattered excitedly about preschool while Claire looked on with a gentle smile. The picture–perfect Greenwich family.

When Cooper reached up for a hug. Nathan stepped back smoothly.

“Cooper, we’ve discussed this,”

The little boy’s lower lip trembled. “Why can all my friends at Greenwich Academy hug their daddies but I can’t? I don’t even drink milk anymore!”

Nathan gave Claire a cold look

She quickly stepped in, her voice soft. “Daddy has to go back to work, sweetheart. Don’t fuss.”

“Why does Daddy always work at night?”

Claire hesitated, then whispered to Nathan: “Can’t you stay? Just this once?”

His face darkened.

“If she comes to the office again, you leave the building immediately. If you appear in front of her again – -accidentally or not you know the consequences.”

He checked his Patek Philippe, pulled on his Brunello coat, and strode out.

Minutes later, when the living room cleared, I fled.

I drove blindly through the snow, my Cayenne cutting through the gathering storm

Ten years ago, on another snowy day.

when we saw him- a thin figure shivering in

knocking over

just shook his head, silently gathering

hands.

poor

window, smiling. “How much

meeting mine. “Eight

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one of each. You

pink and

ones,” I

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away, I looked back.

boy stood straight as an arrow in the

at Harvard. Mom saw his potential, backed his education, sent us

married five years. Cooper looks about three,

means Claire got pregnant a year after our

Nathan

Mom died at Sloan Kettering-

the steering wheel, sobbing like

twenty–eight, my life

favorite Upper East Side princess. Divorced parents who remained friends- Mom the CEO, Dad the

Every look, every

my PCOS would make conception difficult, Nathan just joked that meant he’d have

himself.

believe I meant more to him than life itself.

But all along-

I was drowning in grief

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