Chapter 37

Julian stood frozen. What could he possibly say to comfort her? There was no platitude, especially from a stranger, that could make the destruction of a child’s treasures suddenly okay.

Brittany pulled off her dust mask and wiped at her face, smearing ash and tears everywhere.

When Julian had been thirteen, the greatest gift anyone could give him had been distraction. Something to think about besides his loss.

He crouched down in front of her, pulling his own dust mask down and shaking soot from his hair. She watched suspiciously as he began gesturing and murmuring under his breath—then reached out and pulled a coin from her ear.

“I’ve seen that trick before,” Brittany said, narrow-eyed—but she’d stopped crying.