—Kids, go wash your little hands and change your clothes, you’re all covered in sauce —Kate told the pair of rascals who had helped her prepare the lasagna.

—Yes, mommy, let’s go, Lucien —little Addy grabbed Lucien’s hand and they ran off to the bedroom.

Kate put the lasagna in the oven, took off her apron, and walked to the office. When she entered, Bastien was leaning back in his chair, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She knew he must be worried. Kate walked in si