“She is to me,” Sarah said.

She finally looked at me, her eyes flat and tired.

“Go home, Megan.

Before you do something you can’t undo.”

I walked out her front door without another word.

I sat at my own kitchen table for three hours that night.

I watched the streetlights click on through the window, turning the wet asphalt orange along the curb.

The house was completely silent except for the refrigerator humming in the dark corner.