The House After the Fire
“I didn’t know,” I said.
“I know.”
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“Who would have?”
I opened my mouth, but no answer came. Her parents had never liked me much. Her older sister, Lena, barely spoke to me. Most of our mutual friends had chosen silence after the divorce, because silence was easier than taking sides.
And Sophie herself had always been painfully good at enduring things quietly.