Gray seemed like a petty person. If he connected his arrest to them, he might seek revenge, causing harm despite his parole and risking imprisonment. Many uncertain factors were at play.

Honestly, the more Keeley thought about it, the more she wondered if it was better to leave him alone. But she couldn't allow a murderer near her children! And she knew how much his presence stressed Aaron.

"What do you want to do?" she asked, finishing her yogurt.

Aaron sighed, gesturing for her to take a baby now that she'd finished eating. He looked at her seriously.

"This depends on whether Aiden finds anything incriminating. To avoid tracing it back to us, the evidence would have to be something the police could find independently. Gray's a hacker, though not as skilled as Aiden. If there's any high-level encryption, I'm afraid it won't work."

So, the evidence had to be simple and easily attainable, or Gray wouldn't fall for it. It was a long shot, but she hoped it was possible. It would at least give them the option of pursuing a conviction.

"That makes sense," Keeley said darkly. "I still think you should have him try. We can decide what to do from there."

He may have helped them before, but Gray had proven, in this life and the last, that he wasn't afraid to use murder to get what he wanted. He was better off behind bars.

"I'll talk to him Monday. Right now, he's probably playing World of Warcraft or something."

She raised an eyebrow. "How do you even know what that is?"

She only knew because some people in her NYU dorm were hardcore players. It didn't seem like something Aaron would know, considering his unfamiliarity with even the worldwide Harry Potter phenomenon.

"You have no idea how much Aiden actually talks, do you? I know more about video games than I should," Aaron said with a slight shudder, making her laugh. So dramatic!

Despite his complaints about Aiden, if Aaron truly hated him, he would have shut him down. His knowledge of Aiden's interests, despite his dislike, spoke volumes about their relationship.

Her husband wasn't as anti-social as he let on. He might not care broadly, but he cared deeply. Most people didn't know that Aaron Hale was the kind of person you wanted in your corner because they were too afraid of him.

It was a bit sad, but he seemed to prefer it that way. He had few people he actually liked, and he didn't care.

Keeley felt strangely special, being the only person in this world (besides the twins, who were too young to understand) who got to see the hidden aspects of Aaron's personality. She'd finally solved the mystery that had intrigued her younger self. It only took two lifetimes.

"It just means he likes you," she informed him.

Aaron readjusted his grip on Violet and rolled his eyes. "He keeps insisting he's my favorite, and it's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

"Why is that?"

He looked at her as if she were stupid. "Because you're my favorite. Obviously."

Right. She already knew that. He'd told her she was his favorite before she learned of his rebirth. It was obvious.

"That was a dumb question. Excuse my tired brain."

"It's excused. Go relax, sweetheart. Read, binge-watch a show, go to the pool. Do whatever you want, and I'll watch the babies," he said softly.

Watching one of her shows sounded perfect, but she didn't want to leave him on a Saturday. Weekends were their most precious time together.

"Are you sure?"

Aaron nodded. "You deserve it. Besides, you see the babies more than I do. We could use some bonding time."

Keeley could practically hear the TV calling her. She thanked him, kissed his cheek, and headed to the TV room. Dinah and Molly joined her at different points during the first episode, and she basked in the peace and quiet.

She didn't leave until lunchtime, when the babies needed feeding. A quick glance at the clock showed Alice had been gone for nearly five hours. Did furniture shopping really take that long?

Alice liked Keeley and appreciated her help, but she didn't appreciate her fashion sense—or lack thereof.

Alice was used to dresses, but Keeley hardly owned any, and the ones she did weren't for casual wear. Thus, Alice found herself meeting Marissa Clark in a pastel rainbow-striped T-shirt, jean shorts, and knock-off yellow Converse All Stars.

The outfit seemed too casual for her usual hairstyles, so she simply curled her hair and left it down. She couldn't remember the last time she'd worn her hair down in public.

High society's fashion standards were strict. She never left the house without full makeup, jewelry coordinated with her outfit, and high heels. Dressing down felt strange.

What would she do when she moved out next week? She couldn't keep borrowing Keeley's clothes. She'd need a new wardrobe from discount stores, but she knew nothing about them.

Once again, she'd have to ask Keeley for help. Unfortunately, Keeley didn't seem like the best shopping companion. After all, she did wear rainbow-striped T-shirts.

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