“Brain aneurysm, I believe. Kind of weird since he was a neuroscientist. You’d think he would have had his own brain scanned regularly. Apparently he didn’t. It’s a shame you missed meeting him by just a few weeks. Given all you had in common, I’m sure that would have meant a lot to you. And him.”

Abby lifted the last frame off the floor and placed it back. She slowly ran her hand over its edge. “I never really knew him, but I miss him. I feel like he’s the one person here I really would have connected with.”

“Chloe, do you know if you have any unleavened bread?”

Abby watched from the kitchen entrance as Chloe shut the refrigerator door and looked at her. “Any what?”

“Unleavened bread. It’s…made without yeast.”

“You can’t make bread without yeast.”

“Yes, you…” She paused. Getting into a disagreement with Chloe was the last thing she wanted. “Can you point me to some bread—any bread?”

“In the pantry.” She motioned across the kitchen.

Abby decided to gamble on another request. “Do you have any juice made from fruit?”

“Mango in the fridge. And orange.” Chloe walked past her and up the stairs.

Abby gathered the bread and juice and headed to her bedroom. In a few moments she heard a knock on her doorpost. She looked up and saw Sabin leaning against the door.

“You’ve had some more taps.”

Abby’s shoulders slumped. “Same as before?”

“A few hate ones. I’m not sure how they tracked you here. But also a college professor in Dallas keeps tapping. He says he’d like you to come speak to his class.”

“College students? Why would anyone want me to speak to college students?”

“I suppose he finds your story interesting.”

She moved a glass and a plate in front of her on the floor. “I don’t think so, Sabin. It seems I’ve made one public appearance too many as it is. Besides, you’re already spending too much time deleting angry messages for me. No need to add to them.”

He grinned. “It couldn’t possibly go as badly as the Global Sunrise interview.”

She rolled her eyes. “Unless they start throwing things at me this time.”

He slipped inside the door and sat in a chair. “Look, I’m not sure it’s the best idea, but the venue isn’t so public, and it is another chance to deliver your message. I’d be careful about criticizing others’ beliefs, but beside that, isn’t this just the sort of opportunity you’re looking for?”

She considered that for a moment. She wished she felt more confident in her answer. “Yeah. I guess it is. I’ll go.”

“If you want, we can tap him back tomorrow morning.”

“That would be good. Thanks.”

Sabin looked at the food she had gathered. “Late-night snack?”

“Um. No. I’m taking communion.”