Celeste’s hand was still in Albert’s. She breathed and looked at him.

“You all right?” he asked, low.

“I am,” she said. “You?”

“I’ve had worse meetings,” he said.

“Congratulations. Cameras to the right. Ignore the left—press shadows fishing for quotes.”

“No quotes,” Celeste said.

Celeste nodded. She turned to the nearest aunt. “Thank you for coming,” she said ...