When Jared got to my house not far from his, I insisted that he went home. Nobody had to see me this way. He insisted on staying, but eventually he caved in and drove down the road home. I looked in the drive—nobody was home yet, and my brother Henry was at his friend’s house. I unlocked the door to my one-level bungalow and I made a beeline right for my room and locked the door. “Guests for you, Hanna,” she said. “Danielle and Sarah. Should I let them in, are you okay?” “And to offer condolences,” Sarah said, sitting at the foot of my bed. “And cookies! But mostly condolences.” |}