Navy Pier at night is beautiful.

Lights reflecting off Lake Michigan. Couples walking hand in hand. Families with children eating cotton candy.

Normal people living normal lives.

Aria sits on a bench at the east end, watching the water. Her hand rests on her stomach. The baby is quiet tonight.

Maybe it knows this meeting could determine its future.

"Dr. Blackwood."

The voice comes from behind her. Deep. Accented. Calm.

She doesn't turn around.

"Mr. Petrov."

"You came alone."

"So did you."

"How ...