I got up and carried the cold coffee to the trash.

Then I went back to the elevator.

Mariana’s phone was on the bedside tray when I walked in, the screen lit up with a number I didn’t recognize.

A downtown exchange.

She didn’t reach for it.

Noah was awake again, leaning over the rail to show Lily a crooked star he’d drawn on his paper.

She grabbed for it with both hands and missed.

“Almost,” he said, and tried again.