LOGINThe monitor on Nora's finger screamed for three long seconds before Dr. Reyes reached her. The resident dropped to her knees beside the wheelchair, pressed two fingers to the thin wrist, and began calling out numbers to a nurse who was frozen against the wall. Ava heard none of it. She was staring at the folded sheet in Dieter Thorne's fist, at the small neat signature crawling across the bottom in blue ink."That is not my mother's hand," she said."It is her name, and it is her paper." Dieter shook the sheet. "She signed an order in 1998 that sent my brother to the Blackwood estate with a rifle, and she signed it on the same night that Henry Hart drove a man up a mountain.""I need to see the ink.""You need to put your hands where I can see them.""She is not a threat to you." Ava lifted her palms and took a slow step toward him. "You have six men and a rifle, and I am standing here in a wet coat with nothing in my pockets. All I am asking for is a look at a piece of paper."Dieter
Ava did not remember climbing the stair. She remembered the cold air of the chapel on her face and the sound of her own boots on the gravel, and Liam's voice calling her name from somewhere far behind her. Judge Lowell had caught her sleeve at the top of the steps, and Ava had pulled free without a word."Ava, please," Lowell said, hurrying beside her across the lawn. "Marc told me the name on the telephone this morning, and I did not know how to say it. I thought that it should come from him.""You let me stand in that cathedral and call him my father.""He is your father. Both things are true.""Then why does it feel as though somebody has taken a knife to my whole life?"Lowell had no answer, and Ava did not wait for one. She was already running toward the jetty, where the gray launch rocked against its moorings and the pilot stood smoking a cigarette with the patient face of a man who had seen everything twice. She jumped aboard and said, "St. Anne's, as fast as the boat will go."
Ava did not turn her head. The muzzle pressed cold against the knob of bone beneath her hair, and behind her she heard the soft click of a hammer drawing back. Every face at the top of the stair had gone rigid. Cole's pistol had half risen before Fournier laid two fingers on his wrist, and Liam stood three feet away with his fists clenched and his jaw working."Everyone stay exactly where you are," said Moreau, in a clear, pleasant voice. "I am going to walk Mrs. Blackwood out of this chapel, and nobody is going to follow us.""You promised that you were finished," Liam said."I have promised a great many things this week, Mr. Blackwood, and I regret most of them."She leaned in until her breath stirred the damp hair at Ava's ear, and her next words were so quiet that nobody else could have caught them. "Do not struggle. There are four rifles on the chapel roof, and every one of them is aimed at the children's window. They have been waiting for a reason to fire, and I am giving them a
"Leontine House," Ava said. She had risen to her feet with Liam's coat sliding off her shoulders, and the cold no longer registered. "Marc Lowell is under the orphanage that Cecilia rebuilt. We left that place at midnight with twelve children, and nobody knew that anyone was down there.""The sealed wing predates the rebuilding." Lowell clutched the phone against her chest with both hands. "Marc says that there is a door behind the chapel altar, and that the passage was walled off before Cecilia bought the land. He has been tapping on the pipes for years, and last night a child tapped back.""A child?""He does not know which one." Her voice shook. "He said that someone whispered a name through the wall, and that it was a little girl who sounded very serious."Priya lifted her head from her mother's shoulder. She had been so quiet that Ava had nearly forgotten her, a small figure in a borrowed blanket with the worn bear tucked under her chin. "It was me," she announced. "I put my ear
Judge Lowell came down the last steps of the landing with her wet robe dragging behind her and stopped an arm's length from Ava. She did not look at Thomas Hale, who was still sprawled on the gravel spit with his grin fixed in place. She looked at the river, and then at the old notary wrapped in a blanket beside the bollard, and she let out a long breath through her nose."Aurélien, you will correct me if I make an error," she said. "You were present for most of it.""I will do my best, Harriet, though my memory has begun to wander." Duval's voice was thin but amused. "I have always admired your precision.""Then I will be precise." She turned to face the circle of soaked, shivering people. "Twenty-eight years ago my husband Marc was a federal prosecutor with an open file on Theodore Vale. He told me on a Tuesday that he had found the founding page of the Table, and on Thursday he drove into the mountains to meet a witness, and he never came back.""The society took him," Ava said."T
Singh did not run toward her daughter. She stood very still on the wet landing with the scrap of vellum trembling between her fingers, and the wind off the Rhône pulled her braid across her cheek. Then Priya wriggled out of the nurse's arms, dropped to the quay in her bare feet, and crossed the last twenty meters at a dead run with the bear swinging from her fist."Mama!"The doctor caught her in mid-stride. She went down on her knees on the concrete with the child clamped against her chest, and the sound that came out of her was not one that Ava had heard from her before. It was low and ragged, the sound of a woman who had held her breath for nine years and finally been told that she could let it go."I am sorry," Singh said into the dark braid. "I am so sorry that I did not tell you.""Tell me what?""That I am not the lady who made you." Singh drew back and held the small face between both hands. "I am the lady who took you home, and I want you to know that I would choose you again







