Anastasia’s POV:
Elena came to Saturday dinner.
She arrived with a bottle of wine she had clearly researched because it was good without being the kind of good that made a statement and she stood in the doorway of the house in a coat I had not seen before and looked at me the way she had been looking at me since the hotel room on Crane Street, part wariness and part something that was trying to be normal and was getting closer every time.
“Come in,” I said.
She came in.
Noah took one look at her from the top of the stairs and said who is that and I said this is Elena and he said oh and went back to whatever he was doing which was the most Noah response available.
Zoe came down the stairs carefully the way she always did, one step at a time, holding the rail, and stood at the bottom a
