She knocked on Edie’s door before she left.

“Come in,” said her sister.

The room was dark—Edie had been sleeping. “I’m sorry,” said Claudia.

“No, it’s cool.” Edie sat up and smiled. The family had let Claudia ghost around since they brought her back from Poughkeepsie. Nobody asked her to do anything except meet with the lawyer. Her mom suggested therapy but didn’t insist. It was probably a good idea “Are you going somewhere?”

“Where’s Lydia?”

“Nathan’s got her. We’re doing six-hour shifts.”

“How are you?”

Edie rolled her eyes, yawned. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry you guys were so worried.”

“I wish you’d told me. I would have done anything you needed.”

“I needed you to give me a break,” said Claudia. “I needed the benefit of the doubt.”

Edie nodded, her eyes teared up. “Right.”

Claudia sat down and put her hand on her sister’s leg. She was not going to apologize, at least not now. But she also wasn’t going to stay mad. Edie hadn’t done anything wrong, either.

“I forgive you if you forgive me,” Claudia said.

“There’s nothing to forgive.”

“I missed Lydia.”

“You didn’t miss her,” said Edie. “She’s here, you’re here.”

Claudia pulled out her phone and showed Edie the Instagram. BroChadAsks had 18 followers, 63 likes, and one comment: Yes!

“I wish you could come with me,” said Claudia after she told Edie what she was planning. “But I think it might be illegal and you probably shouldn’t get arrested now that you’re a mom.”

“I’ll walk you to Union Square,” said Edie.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s just a walk, right?”

“Right,” said Claudia. But it wasn’t just a walk and they both knew it. It was love.

Claudia waited for her sister on the front stoop. From behind Trevor’s sunglasses she watched the people hurrying along the block with their dogs and their strollers and their shopping bags; talking into unseen earpieces, locked into their phones. Had any of them seen her post yet?

Edie came outside, wrapping an oversized sweater around her stomach. Her belly was still round and Claudia imagined that her sister was a little self-conscious. She thought about what Trevor had said; what if she’d just called her family instead of latching on to him?

“Did you tell them?” Claudia asked.

“Mom and Dad? No. Of course I didn’t.”

“Is this stupid?”

“I don’t think so. I mean, it’s art, right? What’s Ridley going to do—sue you? That’ll just make more people pay attention.”

“I could make a series of him, too,” Claudia said. “What he did to you is almost as bad.”

“No it’s not,” said Edie. “But thanks.”