Winging it, one day at a time, a good balance. Zelda tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Zelda beloved that Maisie and Bentley were miniatures of Tybalt; with her children, she thought it would be impossible to tell until they were allowed on a sailboat.

"I have a good support system," Zelda allowed. "Even when Alfred's gone — the Fudges are lovely, and I have all my siblings." Caroline was helpful, but with her new job she was hesitant to rely too much on Evander, because she had a sense that he disapproved and did not want to give him a new reason to. And Zelda had a sense that Katia and Ros may be judging her, too, but they at least loved her.

She sighed. "I don't want a third child right away," Zelda admitted, with a flush in her face. "And sometimes that makes me feel like a bad person."