Harvesting the Heart [antikvár]

prologue Paige -T" ichoias won't let me into my own house, but I have been I \l ''^^^cbing my family from a distance. So even though I've JL 1 been camping out on the front lawn, I know exactly when Nicholas takes Max into the nursery to change his diaper. The light switches on—it's a little dinosaur lamp that has a shade printed with prehistoric bones—and I see the silhouette of my husband's hands stripping away the Pampers. When I left three months ago, I could have counted on one hand the number of times Nicholas had changed a diaper. But after all, what did I expect? He had no choice. Nicholas has always been a master at emergency situations. Max is babbling, strings of syllables that run together like bright beads. Curious, I stand up and climb the low branches of the oak that stands closest to the house. With a little bit of effort, I can pull myself up so that my chin is level with the sill of the nursery. I have been