Her lower lip trembled.
“Rowan. He’s Rowan. I’ve been taking care of him since he got here.”
The way she said it, like it had always been her job, like she had never been asked if she wanted it, made Nolan’s stomach twist.
“Maisie,” he said gently, “where is your mom?”
Her eyes dropped to her hands, and her fingers worried at each other like knots.