"The pleasure's mine," Serena says, bouncing George a little in her arms. She's still getting used to motherhood, of course, but there's something new and wonderful about carrying him. The weight of him, the warmth of him. She'd wanted him for so long, longer than she'd known Pemberton. But she'd never imagined she'd have him. She never thought she'd have family again. "And I'm Serena. This is George."