“She stood at my kitchen counter and made lunch for Bennett.”

Grace laid two fingers on my wrist.

“She owes ninety thousand dollars to lenders who don’t care one bit about family, Claire.

She’s running on pure terror.”

A yellow maple leaf floated down from the big branch by the roof and settled on the wooden step between my shoes.

“I wanted to believe her when she gave it to me,” I said.

“Wanting your sister back is only natural,” Grace said gently.