"I think my mother always knew about Liam," Amity said thoughtfully as midnight approached. "She used to create reasons for David to visit during holidays, and made sure they were seated together at family events. She never said anything directly, but she created space for him to be himself."
"That's what good parents do, isn't it?" Jake mused. "Create space instead of building boxes."
The train whistle sounded mournfully as they crossed into France, the border passing beneath them while they slept, tangled together in the narrow berth that converted from their seating. Jake woke first, watching the dawn illuminate the French countryside, rolling hills and ancient villages bathed in soft morning light.
Amity stirred against him, her hair tousled from sleep. "Where are we?"
"Somewhere i
