Lauren reached out her right hand, her fingers shaking as they grazed the wool cuff of my jacket.

“Could we sit down inside and talk for ten minutes?” she asked.

“Are we ever going to be sisters again?”

I pulled my arm back against my side and stepped down one concrete stair.

“Evelyn wanted me to file a civil suit for punitive malice and take thirty thousand dollars out of what’s left in your bank account,” I said.

Lauren stood in the doorway, her hand falling to her side.