He looked at the outlets, window frames and heating vents with a contractor’s habit, then deliberately stepped aside so Hannah could lead the discussion.

On Monday the housing coordinator called.

Hannah’s application had been approved, pending final documentation.

It was not a miracle, exactly.

It was the result of a job offer, diligent paperwork, an available unit, and people who knew which door to knock on.

The children at the shelter where Sophie had spent several afternoons helping Elena decorate a reading corner made her a paper card.

She insisted on taking it to the new apartment before any furniture arrived.