A week later Bianca asked to meet me.

My first instinct was to refuse.

I could barely get through the morning without thinking about her standing at my dresser in my grandmother’s robe.

But she said she had information Lauren needed, and Lauren suggested meeting in a public café.

I went with Andrew.

Willa stayed home with a postpartum nurse we had hired for the afternoon.

Bianca wore a plain gray sweater and no makeup.

She looked younger than she had at our house.