That was when she spoke about the car, the trip, the life she said she deserved.

“Elena,” I whispered, “our daughter can hear you.”

She looked toward Chloe.

“Then maybe she’ll learn not to settle.”

Chloe remained where she was.

I remember her gripping the stair rail.

I remember being angry with myself because I had not noticed her there sooner.

Elena did not kiss Maya.