The cooperative apartment was plain and sunlit.

It occupied the second floor of a brick building near a bus stop, a public library and a playground.

The kitchen cabinets had been painted cream, and one bedroom window looked onto a courtyard where winter-bare trees scratched gently at the sky.

Sophie ran into the smaller bedroom.

“Mommy, this one’s mine.”

“Sweetheart, we don’t know yet.”

“But if it is, I want green curtains.”

Hannah knelt so they were eye to eye.