“I was so scared,” she says.
“I know, sweetheart,” I answer. “I’m so sorry.”
“Are we going home now?” she asks, hope in her eyes.
Home. What a funny word. I don’t know what that means anymore. I once thought it meant Manhattan; then I thought it meant the mountains. Now I know it’s neither of those places. Home is going to have to be a new place. Some place we haven’t even been yet.
“We’re going to find a new home, Bree,” I say. “An even better one.”
“Can Rose come, too?” she asks.
I look over and see Rose, sitting beside her, look up at me hopefully. They are already two peas in a pod.
“Of course,” I say. “She’s part of the family now.”
I smile at Rose, and she surprises me by leaning over and giving me a hug. She clings to me, just like Bree, and I wonder where she came from, whe
