“Will you answer if the school calls?”

“Every time I can, and if I’m working, Aunt Rachel is on the contact list too.”

She considered that, then climbed aboard.

I waited until the bus pulled away, feeling an old instinct to follow it in my car.

Instead, I went home and made coffee.

Giving her back the world meant allowing it to be larger than the spaces I could personally guard.

When she returned that afternoon, she ran into the kitchen with a paper model of Saturn.