“The only thing I really want is my teal jacket. Mimi gave it to me, and—” “The one with the angel wings?” “Yes.” I pushed my fingers through my hair, a thought occurring to me. One which had niggled at me ever since she’d special-ordered the jacket from Dior two years ago. “Did she know what I was?” “On her deathbed, Mikaela—Jarod’s mother”—a groove dented the space between his eyebrows—“she mentioned angels and Elysium. Muriel attributed it to dementia and sorrow, but over time, she started to question this. Especially when she met Leigh. And then you.”
