“But I want to stay with Mommy!” Leo protested, his voice fading as they walked away.

The bright yellow raincoats disappeared into the gray Chicago afternoon.

Blake watched them go, his chest heaving as if he had just run a marathon.

He looked back at me, his eyes wild with a mixture of shock and dawning realization.

“They look exactly like me, Emma,” he said, his hands shaking.

“Lots of children look alike, Blake,” I said, picking up my carry-on bag.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice rising, drawing looks from nearby travelers.

“I am not lying to you. I am leaving.”

“I’ll follow you,” he said, taking a step after me. “I’ll follow you to your house. I’ll call my lawyers. I’ll get a court order.”

I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him.

The wealth and power he wielded could crush my quiet life in an instant if he chose to use them.

I had to control the situation.

“You want a test?” I asked, looking him dead in the eye.

“Yes,” he breathed. “I need to know.”