Vanessa laughed softly.
“And a woman who can finally give him a real son.”
Something cracked then, but it was not my heart. It was the last piece of respect I still had for them. I reached into my purse and placed a pair of keys on the table. Adrian grinned.
“At least you’re being mature about the apartment.”
Then I pulled out two American passports. His smile disappeared.
“What are those?”
“Noah and Lily’s passports.”
Vanessa sat up straighter.
“Passports? For where?”
For the first time that morning, I looked directly at Adrian.
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