"You can keep your concerns in the statement."
"And you can get out." Her voice broke. "I thought I was giving her something good. But you..."
I looked at the box beneath her hand. I remembered how carefully she'd fixed the scarf.
"And you can get out."
For a moment, I wanted to tell her we'd both done the right thing. It would have been easier to ask for her help afterward.
But I'd spent too many nights trying to make that answer fit.
"I thought I was helping too," I said. "I still made a decision I shouldn't have made."
She wiped her face with her sleeve.
We'd both done the right thing.
"And if they let you go back?" Nora asked. "What happens when someone else asks you for something you shouldn't give?"
I started to promise I'd never make that mistake again.