Selena wanted to call Mia, then Nadia, then her science teacher.

She talked until her voice grew hoarse.

I listened from the sink and thought about how much had changed since the day the account fell to forty-three dollars.

Her future was still uncertain.

But it belonged to her again, one application at a time.

PART 17

The day Camilla moved out, rain tapped at the front windows while a hired crew carried boxes to a van.

She supervised each item as if we were exporting a museum collection.