“People will think I’m taking your side.”
“You can keep your concerns in the statement.”
“And you can get out.” Her voice broke. “I thought I was giving her something good. But you…”
I looked at the box, remembering how carefully she’d fixed Alicia’s scarf.
I wanted to reassure her we’d both done the right thing, but I’d spent too many nights trying to believe that myself.
“I thought I was helping too,” I said. “I still made a decision I shouldn’t have made.”
She wiped her face with her sleeve.
“And if they let you go back?” Nora asked. “What happens when someone else asks you for something you shouldn’t give?”
I nearly promised never to repeat the mistake, then recognized another easy reassurance.
“I’ll ask for help before I answer,” I said.
Nora lifted her phone, hesitated, then lowered it.
