It seemed like days since Jordan had confronted Sebastian in the bakery and taken Raffi home with him, but in reality, it had only just happened that morning. It was dusk when she left the apartment, and Ani’s stomach rumbled as she realized it was almost dinnertime and she hadn’t eaten all day. She wasn’t able to eat her sandwich on the boat after Sebastian’s father’s talk, and neither she nor Sebastian had eaten anything after they’d gotten back to his apartment. Ani took a cab back to the bakery to pick up her car and drove home to Jordan and Raffi. She realized that for the first time in the nine years that she’d been married, she wasn’t filled with anxiety at the thought of talking to her husband about her past. Sawyer had been right, she should have told Jordan about Sebastian a long time ago, and despite the difficulty of what was ahead, Ani was filled with relief at the prospect of finally sharing her secrets. The lights were on when she pulled up in front of the brownstone, and Ani stepped inside hesitantly, calling out Jordan and Raffi’s names. They were in the kitchen, and Ani could hear the murmur of her husband and daughter’s voices as she walked through the foyer.
