“Helena,” I said. “And it hasn’t been any trouble, Paul. But Lizie is carrying things no child should carry.”
He glanced at the papers on the table. His jaw tightened.
“She had no business bringing that here.”
Then his face did something I recognized — it crumpled the way faces crumple when the thing a person has been holding together comes apart in the wrong moment in front of the wrong people, which is to say any moment and any people.
“I thought I could fix it. I just needed more time. If I worked more hours—”
“She needs more than longer hours, Paul,” Dan said. Not harshly, but directly. “She needs food and sleep and the chance to just be a kid. Right now she’s planning evacuation lists.”
