“You asked me once if I wanted children,” she said. He tilted his head, as if this was the last thing he’d expected her to say. “I want three.” Rune had seen them that day in the yellow house, while bullets whizzed over her and Gideon’s heads: three little ones laughing as they ran through a field of wildflowers. She had known immediately they were Gideon’s. But this evening, while studying her reflection in the train window, she realized they were also hers. She’d seen their features in her face.
