Noah studied my face. He was the oldest by six minutes and acted as if that gave him responsibility for the others. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
A teenage girl I didn’t recognize stepped forward from behind the Christmas tree. She had Patricia’s eyes and a shy, uncertain smile. “I can take them. I’m Rachel. Their cousin, I guess.”
The words came out awkwardly, but kindly.
Patricia made a faint sound at “cousin,” as if the word had opened another door inside her.
I looked at Rachel. “Thank you.”
The children hesitated, then followed her toward the sitting room. Olivia looked back once at Marcus.
“You didn’t answer,” she said.
Marcus flinched.
When they were gone, the room exhaled.
