Atticus emerged with his backpack, and the two of them walked past me — not shrinking, but not lingering either.

I was a piece of furniture in their path.

When the door closed behind them, I stood, my legs hollow.

My shield of wealth was useless here; I would have to strip it away entirely if I ever wanted to cross the gap.

“I understand,” I rasped, turning to go.

“I know I have no rights.

But I won’t give up.

I’ll learn how to wait.” Coraline didn’t answer.