Helen pulled the brochure from her bag. “I found this. I wasn’t looking, but it found me.” Lisa stared, then shook her head. “That was David—months ago, when work was rough. We’re not going anywhere.”
Helen studied her daughter’s face the way you study weather through a window. Slowly, she nodded. Relief is a quiet thing; it does not perform.
“Good,” she said. “Then we can start from the only place that ever really works—right here.”
