“Then let your attorney say that.”

“I intend to.”

Poppy came home with a spelling test and a yellow star at the top.

She wanted to show Evelyn.

I passed the phone over and watched her explain every misspelled word with absolute confidence.

For the first time, I understood that the ring had not simply brought me a sister.

It had given Poppy another adult who loved hearing her voice.

Later, when I was alone, I reopened my biscuit tin.