I read the clinic’s name again.

I wondered whether I should call Claire and tell her to stop working on the petition.

Dinner felt like a holiday we’d forgotten how to celebrate.

Richard carried two platters to the dining table.

He’d grilled steaks and roasted little red potatoes with rosemary.

He poured iced tea and laid cloth napkins beside the plates.

Hannah pulled her hands into her fleece sleeves and propped her elbows on the table.

She looked at the steak and took a small, careful bite.