She thought for a moment.

“That’s actually better.”

I agreed.

In a world eager for villains and secret fortunes, two people discovering they could still love each other was a quieter kind of miracle.

PART 20

One evening I found Poppy sitting on the kitchen floor with a broken bracelet in her lap.

It had belonged to Anna when she was a teenager, and I had let Poppy keep it in her dresser.

One of the small clasps had snapped.