"If only we could see what's happening," Marisa said.

Sam tilted her head to one side. "Hmm. We could if we—"

"You're not hacking the NSA." Brady glared at her, and she laughed.

"I was just kidding." She turned to Marisa. "I wouldn't have the slightest idea how to redirect a satellite."

Brady's heavy sigh made Marisa giggle. Nerves, she knew.

"One of these days, you're going to get caught." Brady sat beside his wife. He set his cell phone on the coffee table.

Sam batted her eyelashes. "Will you testify at my trial? Tell them I only use my powers for good?"

He cracked a smile.

Little Johnny leaned toward his father, and Brady pulled him into his lap and lifted him in the air over his head.

"I wouldn't do that," Rae said. "He just ate."

Brady set the boy on his lap. "Good point." He turned his attention to Marisa. "How you holding up?"

"Am I holding up? I'm not sure."

"You're doing great." He bounced Johnny, whose squeals of delight filled the room.

Marisa stared at the boy's pretty face. She'd heard enough of the story to know Johnny wasn't Brady's son—not by blood, anyway. That was clear in the kid's caramel coloring. He had some of his mother's features, but Rae's fair freckled skin and red hair weren't among them. But in every way that mattered, Johnny was Brady's son. Like Ana was Marisa's daughter.

The baby giggled and cooed, and Marisa couldn't help but smile.

"When did you adopt Ana?" Rae asked.

She forced her attention away from the baby. "I've had her almost since she was born. But the adoption's not final yet. Who knows when it will be? Assuming I even go back to Mexico. Now that we're out, the government won't miss one little girl."

Sam returned to her chair. "Really? Won't somebody report her missing?"

"Only Carlita cares enough about any of the orphans to miss her, to even know she exists, and she's complained more than I have about how long it's taking. It's a strange situation—an American adopting a Mexican, but not taking her back to America. I think they're trying to figure out how to get more money out of me."

"There's not like a set fee or something?" Sam asked.

Marisa couldn't help the chuckle. "There's really not a set anything in Mexico. Everything's up in the air."

"And who's Carlita?" Rae asked.

"She runs the orphanage where I work. She's a saint. Truly."

"And a friend?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. My closest friend there."

Rae asked, "When did you decide to adopt Ana?"

Marisa returned her attention to Rae. She appreciated them trying to make small talk. Maybe it was helping. "She was left on the doorstep when she was an infant. She weighed about six pounds that day. And the first time I held her, I knew. She was mine."

"Was there a waiting list or something?" Sam asked.