When Lily came in, Claire stood.
“And here she is,” she said, eyes bright. “My second savior.”
Learning about their trip to the city for school shopping, Claire said firmly, “No more buses. I’ll drive you. It’s the least I can do.”
In the city, she treated them to a whirlwind of generosity: new clothes, books, even a butterfly-covered backpack. Lily’s eyes sparkled. Thomas hung back, overwhelmed but grateful.
At lunch in a café—Lily’s first—Claire asked, “So, what school will you go to?”
Thomas went pale. “I forgot about the documents…”
