would become.
Two weeks after Ellie came home, Nora arrived at my house looking devastated.
When I opened the door, she stood on the porch holding a large envelope against her chest.
Her eyes were swollen from crying.
“Nora?”
She tried to speak, but her voice broke.
“Claire, I don’t know how to tell you this.”
Panic rushed through me.
“What happened? Is Ellie okay?”
“She’s fine. She’s with Tom.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
She stepped inside and followed me into the kitchen.
Instead of sitting down, she stood beside the
