Lory was stiff against her arm. She smiled at Alice’s attempt to comfort, but it was a pulled in resignation rather than the softening of relief.

Then came the dreaded question. Lory crossed her arms, leaned back against Alice. Stared heavenward.

Gulls cackled. Merchants hollered. Sunset approached.

“We’re happier this way, Alice.”

Her voice was hollow. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince Alice or herself more.