By three that afternoon, the statement had been shared six thousand times.
This number was supplied by Bianca, who was monitoring things with the focused energy of someone who had decided this was her job regardless of whether anyone had asked her. She sat in the Intendente flat with Camila's laptop and a second espresso and provided updates with the editorial neutrality of a news anchor and the emotional investment of a person who had known Camila since the year the faded-rooster dish towel was new.
"People are on your side," Bianca said. "In the comments."
"I don't read comments."
"Good policy. But in this case—"
"Bianca."
"—the sentiment is broadly sympathetic. The statement did its work."
Camila was at the window with tea she wasn't drinking. Daniel was at the kitchen table with
