The wind off Lake Michigan was cold for October.

I pushed the triple stroller along the paved path in Grant Park.

The fallen leaves crunched under the heavy plastic wheels.

Inside the stroller, Lena was asleep, clutching her bruised stuffed rabbit.

Noah and Oliver were awake, pointing at the yellow trees.

They both had wide, solemn faces.

And they both had his eyes.

That pale, unmistakable shade of gray, like rain clouds over the city skyline.

I pulled my knitted scarf tighter around my neck.

We had been hiding in Chicago for six months, blending into the crowds.

I thought we were safe.

Then I saw him.

Adrian was walking toward the fountain, a few hundred yards away.

He wore a tailored wool coat that fit his broad shoulders perfectly.

His dark hair was cut short, styled the way his family’s barbers always did it.

A woman held his arm.

It was Camille Hart.

She wore a white trench coat and high-heeled boots that clicked on the concrete.

A massive diamond sparkled on her left ring finger.

They looked like a picture from a luxury magazine.

I froze, my hands tightening on the stroller handlebar.

The cold metal of the grip bit into my palms.

I tried to turn the stroller around, but the front wheel caught on a cracked piece of pavement.

The stroller jolted.

Oliver let out a sharp cry.

Adrian stopped.

He turned his head toward the sound.

His gaze swept across the lawn and locked onto me.

The color drained from his face.

He let go of Camille’s arm.

“Maya?” he whispered.

Even from thirty feet away, I heard his voice.

He walked toward me, his steps fast and uneven.

“Adrian, wait,” Camille called out.

She hurried after him, her heels clicking faster.

Adrian didn’t look back at her.

He stopped three feet away from the stroller.

His gray eyes went from my face down to the three children.

Noah looked up, his gray eyes meeting Adrian’s.

Oliver blinked, doing the same.

The resemblance was undeniable.

It was like looking at three miniature versions of the Vale heir.

“What is this?” Adrian asked, his voice shaking.