point, you want to leave, I’ll take you wherever you choose. You don’t owe me anything.”
The last sentence sounded familiar.
Perhaps Claire had said it to him once.
Perhaps he had spent two years trying to live according to her wishes, even when he didn’t understand them.
I looked toward the living room.
Emma was holding the wooden star over her head while Mrs. Alvarez stood on a small footstool.
“Almost,” Mrs. Alvarez said.
Emma looked at me through the doorway.
“Are you going somewhere?”
I forced a smile.
