I stayed until she grew tired and then left without being asked twice.

Before I went, I returned Clara to her mother and set the diaper bag where Hannah wanted it.

In the hallway, Benjamin offered me coffee.

We stood by the window watching the morning traffic.

“You know,” he said, “I spent months imagining the most satisfying thing I could say if I ever saw you again.”

“I can imagine.”

“Then she got hurt, and suddenly none of those lines mattered.

I just wanted my sister to survive.”