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The little boy simply wanted my empty chair. But when he sat across from me in a private dining room seventy-two floors above Chicago, a silver moon slipped out from beneath his collar—and I recognized the necklace I had secured around my newborn son seven years earlier, just before I was told I would never see him again.

The little boy simply wanted my empty chair. But when he sat across from me in a private dining room seventy-two floors above Chicago, a silver moon slipped out from beneath his collar—and I recognized the necklace I had secured around my newborn son seven years earlier, just before I was told I would never see him again.

“Adrian was meant to raise our son until Meridian became his.” For several moments, I heard nothing except my own breathing. Not Daniel. Not the silent hospital corridor beyond the private conference room. Not...

The little boy simply wanted my empty chair. But when he sat across from me in a private dining room seventy-two floors above Chicago, a silver moon slipped out from beneath his collar—and I recognized the necklace I had secured around my newborn son seven years earlier, just before I was told I would never see him again.

The little boy simply wanted my empty chair. But when he sat across from me in a private dining room seventy-two floors above Chicago, a silver moon slipped out from beneath his collar—and I recognized the necklace I had secured around my newborn son seven years earlier, just before I was told I would never see him again.

“With separate offices because both of you look like you work too much.” I hid my smile. “And maybe a game room.” “Of course.” “And a workshop.” That stopped me. “You like building things?”...