Sam nodded. “He came to me first.”

“He did?”

Tears stung Sam’s eyes. “I just couldn’t go through with it. I couldn’t have his baby. If I did he’d have control over me for the rest of my life.” No point in holding back, Sam reflected. She gazed at the table and said, “So I lied. I said you weren’t sure you wanted to stay in the Family. Ever since Rebecca joined, you were thinking about leaving.”

“You what?”

“I know….” She wiped her face. “I’m sorry. I told him that if you had his baby it’d show how much he wanted you to stay.”

Linda blinked. She looked around the room, picked up and rubbed the cover of the holy book.

Sam continued, “And now you can’t have children at all. I took them away from you. I had to choose between you and me, and I chose me.”

Linda stared at a bad picture in a nice frame. “Why are you telling me this now?”

“Guilt, I guess. Shame.”

“So this confession then, that’s about you too, right?”

“No, it’s about us. All of us….”

“Us?”

“All right, Rebecca’s a bitch.” The word felt alien in her mouth. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d used it. “She doesn’t think before she says things. But she was right, Linda. None of us’re leading normal lives. Rebecca should have a gallery and be married to some sexy painter and be flying around the world. But she’s jumping from older man to older man—we know why now. And you should have a real life, get married, adopt kids, a ton, and spoil ’em like crazy. Not spend your time in soup kitchens and caring for children you see for two months and never again. And maybe you could even give your dad and mom a call…. No, Linda, it isn’t a rich life you’re living. And you’re miserable. You know you are. You’re hiding behind that.” A nod at the Bible. “And me?” She laughed. “Well, I’m hiding even deeper than you are.”

Sam rose and sat next to Linda, who leaned away. “The escape, Daniel coming back like this…it’s a chance for us to fix things. Look, here we are! The three of us in a room together again. We can help each other.”

“And what about now?”

Sam wiped her face. “Now?”

“Do you have children? You haven’t told us a thing about your mysterious life.”

A nod. “I have a son.”

“What’s his name?”

“My—?”

“What’s his name?”

Sam hesitated. “Peter.”

“Is he a nice boy?”

“Linda—”

“Is he a nice boy, I asked.”

“Linda, you think it wasn’t so bad back then, in the Family. And you’re right. But not because of Daniel. Because of us. We filled all those gaps in our lives that Rebecca was talking about. We helped each other! And then it fell apart and we’re back to where we started. But we can help each other again! Like real sisters.” Sam leaned forward and gripped the Bible. “You believe in this, right? You think things happen for a purpose. Well, I think we were meant to get back together. To give us this chance to fix our lives.”