“Tell her yes.

Tell her I’ll follow every part.”

I drove to Paige’s apartment, not my tower.

My sister opened the door wearing a sweatshirt and holding a pot of soup.

She stepped aside without speaking.

Over dinner, she told me about a conversation she had had with Hannah months earlier, shortly before the divorce.

Hannah had called to ask whether I was ill.

She thought my sudden cruelty might be hiding something terrible.