The rest of the time, Paige feels like me.”

“Then Paige it is,” Violet said.

Gregory stood beside me as people applauded.

His tattoo was partly visible above his collar where he’d rolled his sleeves in the warm room.

For once it was not a secret that stood between us.

On the drive home Paige fell asleep in the back seat, just as she had when she was small.

Gregory checked the rearview mirror and smiled.