“I love my snow globe,” he said, a smile on his face and a blush on each cheek. “I’ll put it on my bedside cabinet so I can see it before I go to sleep and when I wake up. The other boys in my dorm will all want one.”
“Don’t let anyone break it, Will. It might be best to keep it inside the cabinet and only take it out when you want to look at it.”
When she dropped Will off at her ex-brother-in-law’s house for a week with his cousins before school began again, she realised how painful it was for her to leave him, that she had been homesick, bored with editing talentless rich authors with a poor command of the English language and colleagues who raved about inane books. She was not happy in New York.
After a tense flight and an unenthusiastic welcome from Mitch, she eased herself back into life in the city that never sleeps and found that her sleep was also non-existent. Every time she closed her eyes, Will’s eyes stared back at her. She was edgy, snapped at colleagues, and turned away from Mitch, although she never blamed him for the way she felt. Maybe, she thought, she should talk to him about moving back to England – or bringing Will to live in New York. But Mitch flatly refused to leave New York, and he was not keen on Will living with them either.
“This apartment is unsuitable for a young child,” he said. “I have valuable rugs and paintings, and who would look after him while you’re at work or when we have functions to attend?”
“We have a housekeeper,” Rosanna replied.
“I wouldn’t want to give Hannah that kind of responsibility. Anyway, he’s your son, not mine.”
“We could look for a brownstone and made it cosy and child-friendly.”
The look Mitch gave her was enough. A chill ran through her veins like quicksilver dropping in an old-fashioned thermometer.