“Mama,” she whispered.

“Are you really here, or am I dreaming?”

“You’re awake.” I hugged her too tightly, then made myself ease up.

“I’m home.”

Evelyn Price came up the walk in her apron and stopped two steps below the porch.

“Hannah Nolan.” She said my name as though she were making sure I was real.

“I’ve been looking at this house every day for a week.”

“I took a cab.” I nodded at Lily, who sat on the top step with a juice box and a blanket.