It would take planning, permissions, and work from more people than the two of us.

“You know,” she said as she turned to leave, “Chloe would be annoyed that you made this all so complicated.”

“She’d have a better plan?”

“No.

She would call a meeting, bring cupcakes, and make everyone believe they were already friends.”

We laughed.

After she left, I stayed in the office to finish my notes.

My phone buzzed with a photograph from Paige: Thomas standing proudly beside the repaired kitchen cabinet, which had somehow become crooked again.