Chapter 10: Everything She Didn't Know She Was Coming Home To
Six months later, Hannah still worked mornings.
Not at Bellafonte — she had not gone back there.
She had found a position doing financial analysis for a small firm in midtown, work that used the insurance data skills she had built up in her apartment in Queens and paid three times what the night-entry job had paid.
She took the subway.
She bought coffee from a cart near the office.
She had a desk by a window and a colleague named Priya who brought in too many snacks and was relentlessly cheerful about it.
It was, by most measures, an ordinary life.
Except that she came home to three two-year-olds who had opinions about everything, and a man who had started leaving her coffee made before she came downstairs in the mornings, and a sister she was still learning, piece by piece, through documents and photographs and the things the girls did that were unmistakably Cara.
Grace had Cara's laugh.
Hannah knew this because Dominic had told her, quietly, one evening, watching Grace find something funny in a picture book.
Emma had Cara's stubbornness.
This required no explanation.
Lily had Cara's way of going still when something mattered.
Of watching before she moved.
Of knowing things before she said them.
Hannah had learned to recognize all of it.
She had also learned, in the same slow and unannounced way, that Dominic Vale was not the man the rumors described.
He was not gentle — that was true.
He was precise and controlled and operated in a world that required both.
But he was honest in a way that was almost uncomfortable, because he said exactly what he meant and expected the same in return, and Hannah had spent enough years around people who said things sideways to find that directness startling at first and then, eventually, something she relied on.
He had asked her, three months in, whether she wanted to stay.
Not in a way that assumed the answer.
"You don't have to," he said.
"You have a life.
You had a life before all of this.
I don't want you to feel like the girls have made that decision for you."
Hannah had looked at him for a moment.
"Did you just ask me to stay while also telling me I could leave?"
"Yes."
"That's a strange way to ask."
"I'm trying to be fair."
"I know." She had looked at the window.
"I want to stay."
He hadn't said anything else.
He had just nodded, the way he did when something was settled.
That had been three months ago.
Now it was a Saturday morning in early spring, and the girls were in the back garden with the nanny, and Hannah was at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and the last of a file she had been reviewing for Adrienne Cole — a supporting document for the Renn prosecution that Cole had asked her to authenticate based on her knowledge of Cara's records.
She signed the last page and set down the pen.
Dominic came in from outside, jacket off, which meant he had been in the garden with the girls before coming in.
"Emma threw a ball at the fence and it went over," he said.
"Is she upset?"
"She's negotiating with the neighbor through the gap in the slats."
Hannah looked up.
"Successfully?"
"The ball came back." He poured coffee.
"So apparently yes."
Hannah smiled.
Dominic sat across from her and looked at the file.
"Done?"
"Done."
He looked at her.
"How do you feel?"
She thought about it honestly.
She thought about her father, who had spent years looking for a daughter he never found, and who had d*ed with that weight still on him, not knowing that the answer had been closer than he realized — that Cara had found her way to New York, had built a life and a family, had loved people and been loved, had fought back against the man who took her with everything she had.
She thought about Cara's voice on the video.
*I used to imagine I had a sister.
I gave her a name.*
She thought about Lily in the hallway with two books, completely certain Hannah would come.
"I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be," she said.
Dominic looked at her for a moment.
Then he reached across the table and covered her hand with his.
He didn't say anything.
He didn't need to.
Outside, Emma's voice rose in triumph — apparently the second ball had also come back — and Grace's laugh followed, and then Lily's, and the sound of it came through the open window into the kitchen where Hannah sat with her coffee going warm in her hands and the last of the paperwork finished and the morning still ahead of them.
She turned her hand over and held on.
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Cara never got to meet her sister — but she made sure her daughters would.
Sometimes the people we love find ways to reach us even after they're gone, through the ones they leave behind.
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