LOGINHANNAH'S POV:She had chosen her piece within forty-eight hours of the letter arriving. It was an original monologue she had written herself, which I found out after she had already written the first draft and read it to me one evening sitting on the end of my bed, very upright, with the paper held in both hands.It was about a girl who discovers that her grandmother was a dancer before she was a wife or a mother or a grandmother, and who learns through finding an old photograph that the people who love us were once strangers to us, were once young and full of things we will never fully know.I sat on the edge of my bed and listened and by the end I was pressing my fingers to my lips and Amelia looked at me and said, "Is it too sad?""It is not sad at all," I said. "It is true. True things feel a certain way and you have written something true."She considered this seriously. "I was thinking about Grandma Mirada," she said. "When I wrote it. I was thinking about how we only know her f
HANNAH'S POV:Amelia looked at me. "Which one of you is coming to mine?" she asked. And to her credit the question was genuine rather than a demand. She actually wanted to know the process."I am," I said. "And Dad is going to be with Andrew."She absorbed this. Then she turned to Andrew. "That is fair," she said.Andrew looked at her. "You are not upset that Mum is not coming to mine?""You do not need an audience the same way I do," Amelia said, with the matter-of-fact accuracy of a sister who had been studying her brother for eight years. "Mum being there makes me better. For you it does not make any difference to how you perform."Andrew thought about this. "That is accurate," he said. "Though I would not use the word audience. I would say Mum's presence has a different functional value in each of our contexts.""That is what I said," Amelia said."You said it differently," Andrew said."Same meaning," Amelia said.They looked at each other in the way they did sometimes, the twin
HANNAH'S POV:A Few Months Later…A letter arrived.Two letters, actually, which arrived on the same day in the same post. One was addressed to the parents of Andrew Martinez and the other to the parents of Amelia Martinez and they both had the school crest at the top with the formal font the school used when they were being official about something.I opened them at the kitchen island while Elijah was making tea and read them both and sat very still for a moment."What?" he said, reading my face."Andrew has been selected for the Regional Schools Science Fair," I said. "The category is Life Sciences. It is in three weeks. Full day event, judging starts at ten, parents are invited to attend the afternoon showcase.""That is wonderful," he said. "And the other one?""Amelia has been selected to represent the school in the Citywide Junior Drama Festival," I said. "Solo performance category. It is also in three weeks." I looked at him. "Same Saturday."He put the teapot down."Same Satur
HANNAH'S POV:That evening, after dinner, after the twins had had their beach showers and their protests about bedtime and had eventually settled into the deep sleep of children who have used up every bit of energy they had in the water, Elijah and I sat on the porch.Dinner was good and Amelia had talked for twenty-two consecutive minutes about the water and what she had seen in it and the various things she planned to do tomorrow. Andrew had eaten steadily and contributed a factual note about the tide and then listened to Amelia with the patience of a brother who was in a good mood. Elijah had cooked.Afterward the twins had been somewhat reluctant about bedtime and somewhat easier about it than usual because the water had genuinely exhausted them and their bodies knew it even if they were not going to admit it. Amelia had said she was not tired and then fallen asleep in approximately four minutes. Andrew had said goodnight and meant it and gone without argument, which was his way o
HANNAH'S POV:We went to St. Louisiana for a week in the autumn.It was not a working trip but an holiday, which was something I had not taken properly in a long time and which Elijah had been quietly advocating for since before the launch. He had booked the beach house without telling me and presented it as a done thing on a Wednesday evening, which was a very Elijah way of handling a situation where he knew I would agree in principle but find a reason to delay."You booked it without asking me," I said."I asked you three times if we could take a holiday," he said. "Each time you said yes, absolutely, soon. This is soon."I thought about it. "That is fair," I said.The twins were thrilled. Amelia packed two days in advance with a level of organization that was both impressive and slightly alarming and she presented her packed bag to Elijah for inspection with the confidence of someone who expected to be commended. He looked through it and said it looked thorough. She said she knew.
HANNAH'S POV: I called Jacob an hour later when I was composed enough to manage a conversation. "You did not tell me," I said. "Cherry wanted to tell you properly," he said. "She was very specific about the order of things." "It is the most beautiful thing you have ever done," I said. "Cherry thought of it," he said immediately. "I want to be clear about that. She came to me about four months ago and said she had been thinking about the baby's name and she had an idea and she wanted to know what I thought. And she told me. And I said yes before she finished the sentence." "Jacob," I said. "She deserves the credit," he said. "It was Cherry's idea. I just got to be the person who said yes." I thought about Cherry. About the woman who had shown up in my life through Jacob and had been so quietly and specifically kind in a way that did not announce itself and did not ask for recognition. Who had been there through difficult things and had not made a production of being there. Who
HANNAH’S POV:A few days later:“Everything is set and you look fabulous!” Maya complimented staring at me in awe and I smiled brightly at her, staring at myself in the mirror.Tonight was the celebration of one of the most popular banks in the country, as it was celebrating it’s 50th anniversary.
HANNAH’S POV:“Wow,” he muttered, opening the car door for me. “I should’ve gotten a warning before seeing you like this.”I chuckled as I slid into the passenger seat. “Don’t start, Roman. You begged me to come, remember?”“True,” he said with a smirk, getting in beside me. “But I didn’t know you
ELIJAH'S POV:Just as I walked out of the mall ignoring the stares and glances, I saw a flower shop with beautiful lilies and I had just found out that Hannah loved them and roses. I had a friend working in Bri dresses and I had requested one of the limited edition dresses, as a gift for Hannah an
HANNAH'S POV:Andrew turned toward him, and for the first time, there was a spark of anger in his eyes. “Why do you keep asking her to stop?” he snapped. “You act like everything’s fine, but it’s not!”“Andrew,” I warned softly, but he wasn’t finished.“You ruined everything,” he said, his voice sh







