The motel room smelled like industrial carpet cleaner and the particular staleness of air conditioning that had been running too long, and in the middle of it, sitting cross-legged on a bed two sizes too big for him, was a small boy with dark hair and eyes that made Adrian's chest seize up the second he saw them.They were his eyes. Not similar, not vaguely reminiscent the way Eli's baby photo had been actually his, the same pale gray, the same shape, set into a face that was otherwise entirely his own small person, unconnected to either parent in any way Adrian could immediately name."Hey, buddy," Vivian said, her voice shifting into something softer, practiced, the specific register parents use to make scary things sound ordinary. "This is someone I want you to meet."The boy looked up from whatever he was doing with a small plastic dinosaur, studied Adrian with the wary, unhurried attention small children give strangers, and said nothing at all."This is Adrian," Vivian said. "He