I was the person she came to when she was in trouble.”

I searched my memory for the name and found nothing; Chloe had never mentioned her, but then Chloe, I was learning, had kept a great many things from me.

“She trusted me,” Sarah went on, and there was grief in it, and something heavier than grief.

“I don’t know why she picked me, exactly.

Maybe because I was outside her real life.

Maybe because I was safe, someone who wasn’t family, someone who couldn’t be hurt by what she told me.