“Anywhere you want.”

She unzipped the bag.

Most of it was clothes, a toothbrush, and a red sticker from the hospital pharmacy.

She took out the rabbit and set it in the soft armchair by the window.

Its ears flopped over the armrest, and she adjusted the left one until it hung straight.

“That’s a good spot,” I said.

She smoothed the rabbit’s left ear.

“He doesn’t like the dark.”