Amy's POV
The conversation happened in the hallway outside the kitchen, after the party had emptied and the house was quiet.
Leo found Lia gathering her jacket from the coat hook by the door, the others had gone. The house had that particular post-party quality glasses collected on the kitchen counter, the smell of warmth and people still in the air, the furniture slightly rearranged by the movement of bodies through it.
"Can I ask you something," Leo said.
Lia turned. She read his expression the way she read most things quickly and accurately. "About Amy," she said. Not a question.
"About her brother."
Something shifted in Lia's face. Not surprise. The shift of someone for whom a door they'd been standing outside for a while had finally opened.
She put her jacket back on the hoo
