Mrs. Rose called me every few evenings, after the girls were down, and she told me everything, and over those first weeks the picture she painted was the one I'd been most afraid of.Elara was becoming their whole world."She does the school pickup now," Mrs. Rose told me, low, on the phone, standing somewhere in the house where she wouldn't be heard. "Every day. She's there at the gate when they come out, waving. Lily runs to her. Luna walks." A pause. "I'd do it myself if they'd let me, but Mr. Whitmore said it should be Elara. For consistency, he said. So it's Elara.""Every day," I said."Every day. And every meal. She's at every meal now, at the head of the table, doing the mother's part. And bedtime." Mrs. Rose's voice went careful. "She does bedtime most nights. The baths, the books, the tucking in. All the voices. The whole routine you built, Clara, she's stepped right into it. Doing it the way you did it, near enough."I sat in my apartment, in the dark, and took it, all of i
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