Doran paused in the doorway. “I marched in here so sure of myself,” he whispered to Emily. “But now, I don’t know what to say.”
“Doran, our mother called you a miracle,” Sonja said as she and Blima walked into the room of windows. Emily wished they hadn’t shown up just now, that she hadn’t invited Doran, hadn’t set any of this into motion. She felt bad for what she’d done. She was sorry now. “Blima and I were just talking about the old days. Our mother always said that you should have been lost forever in Russia, but you got out.”
“Yes.” Doran sat straight-backed and leaning forward, like he might jump up again at any moment. Emily willed him to sit back, to calm down, to forget everything that had just happened. It didn’t take an acute observer to see that he was sad. And how could he n
