Olivia wipes sugar off her chin. “Didn’t Yakov say they met in college?”

“Yes! See? I’m not sure why he’d change his name to Yakov, though.”

“Because he’s a spy?”

Clay drops his churro, and his lip trembles. I quickly hand him mine. He shoves it in his mouth with a happy gurgle. “Why is your answer always that the person is a spy?” I say, louder than I need to. “I’m trying to tell you that isn’t what’s going on.”

“I get it. You don’t want it to be true. But it might be.”

A quick burst of impatience hits me. “Just because your dad left—” I quickly shut my mouth, but not before the arrow hits its target.

Olivia’s face falls, her eyes slicing me with her pain. I wish I could rewind the last few moments and take it back.

“I’m sorry, Olive.”

She shrugs and blinks furiously to keep from crying.

Clay spots Gram and runs to where she’s sitting. Mom walks ahead of us, taking pictures of everything that captures her fancy.

“I love your gram,” Olivia says over the shouts of a crowd of kids from a summer camp. “But just because she’s great doesn’t mean she isn’t a spy. You saw the redacted files Max had. There’s too much evidence for you to just ignore it.”

“You guys ready to go see the tigers?” Mom’s voice reaches us from ahead. Her smile is tired. She never does well in crowds. She glances at a little girl whose curls spiral around her face like Maisie’s used to.

“Tigas,” Clay screams.

“Here’s your milk.” Gram hands him his cup and flashes Mom a concerned look. “Why don’t you rest here, Rose? We’ll go see the tigers and come back for you.”

Mom nods. “Thanks, Sue.”

We wind our way through the crowd. I glance back to see which bench Mom chose when I notice a man behind us. He looks vaguely familiar, with dark hair covered by a dark blue baseball cap. I whip back around and grab Olivia’s arm.

“I think there’s someone following us.”

“What?” She cranes her neck around.

“Don’t look! He’ll see.” I pull her until we’re right behind Gram and Clay.

Once we’ve entered the tiger enclosure, I look around again. The man stands in the back checking his camera.

“The man in the blue hat and gray sweatshirt. He’s got a camera around his neck. I saw him when we first got here, and he bumped into me when we were getting churros. He’s always behind us, and he’s definitely watching us.”