las sienes, y las líneas duras junto a la boca le hacían parecer permanentemente cansado.
Pero su manera era exactamente como la recordaba: silenciosa, eficiente e imposible de leer.
“Alguien estará abajo”, dijo.
“No necesito guardias.”
“No son para ti.”
I frowned.
“Then who are they for?”
His eyes moved toward the children.
That answer settled badly in my stomach.
Emma had already found the television remote.
“Can we watch cartoons?”
“Yes.”
Ethan stood near the window.
I crossed the room and closed the curtains.
He noticed.
“Was that car
