It's good news. She can move out on her own if she wants. If she wants. Sara looks down at Millie, who, perhaps sensing the stare, abandons her game to crawl across the floor and reach up impatiently. With a grin, she scoops the kid up and balances the fragile body on her knee. What she wants is to stay here, with Alice and Millie, and bar the door so that reality can never get in.

What she gets is something entirely different, but quite possibly, almost as good.