The house hadn't changed.
Same trimmed hedges.
Same brass doorknob that stuck slightly when turned.
Sylvia stood on the front step for a long moment before pressing the bell.
Todd opened the door.
He looked smaller.
Or maybe she had just grown beyond the frame he once kept her in.
“Sylvia," he said.
She didn't correct him.
Camila appeared behind him, expression unreadable. Her eyes flicked to Sylvia's shoulders, her hands, her face—searching for something she still couldn't name.
“May we… speak inside?" Todd asked.
Sylvia shook her head. “I won't stay long."
Camila stepped forward. “We've read everything. The article. The statements. The comments…"
“And?"
Camila's voice cracked. “I'm sorry."
Sylvia didn't move. “For what?"
“For all of it," she whispered. “For what we let ha
