“Yes,” Cloe said to Dave. “He probably needs a chair.”
She typed back to Daniel, slowly, the words feeling enormous under her fingers.
Come tomorrow. Morning, if you can. There’s someone you might want to meet, and I think she’s going to want to meet you too, but we need to be careful how this happens. Hannah’s had a lot of news in a very short time. So have we, honestly.
She paused, then added one more line.
And Daniel. Thank you for telling us the truth instead of waiting until it was a story. That matters more than you know.
She sent it.
Dave was already drawing. A new tab, a new chair, his pencil moving with the same quiet confidence it always had, except this time Cloe noticed something different. He paused halfway through, looked at the blank space where a name would go, and di
