“Not in this car.”

Luca did not speak to the child as if she were a prop.

He asked whether the rabbit had a name.

Fiona said, “Button.” Luca nodded as if that were a serious piece of information.

Blaire watched him do it and felt the first dangerous thing since the shoulder on the plane: the wish to believe a stranger’s kindness would last after the cameras were gone.

She put the wish away.