On the way out, Emma stopped beside the window where rain had once blurred the city into streaks of gray. Sunlight filled the hallway now.
She held Arthur up and showed Daniel the old sea-turtle sticker tucked safely inside his little pocket.
“This is from my mystery blood,” she said.
Daniel smiled. “Then I suppose Arthur really did know everything.”
Emma slipped her hand into Claire’s.
They walked toward the elevators together, not because every question had disappeared, but because the question that mattered most finally had an answer.
Emma was going home.
