WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK
"How do you even know that?"
"Your trash bin talks," Helena replied enigmatically, taking a sip of tea.
"I think I need a lawyer," Vandaulf grumbled.
"You married one," Lily said sweetly. "Sort of. I went to school for pre-law before all… you know. Trauma and conspiracy and tragic family betrayal."
Helena flicked her hand. "Yes, yes. Tragedy, secrets, murder, all very Shakespeare. But more to the point—do you have any idea how to swaddle a baby?"