(Scarlett’s POV)
The drive back from the orphanage is different from the trip there. The tension that sat heavy in the car earlier has lifted, replaced by something warmer. Lily chatters nonstop about her flower bread, how she can't wait to eat it tomorrow when it's cooled properly.
"And Marcus's elephant was so cool, Mama! Do you think I could make an elephant next time?"
"You can make whatever your hands want to create," I tell her, meaning every word.
In the rearview mirror, I catch James and Blair exchanging a look. Blair's eyes are still bright from the afternoon, flour still dusting her sleeves. And I can tell from the expression on her face that she wants to say something.
“Scarlett?”
“Go on, what is it?” I say, and pray she doesn’t ask for the impossible.
Despite all the bon
