She smiled softly, her eyes filled with understanding. “While we were there, I got this done, too. I gave Immy one, and I have one. This one is for you if you want it,” she said hesitantly, digging through her bag again and pulling out a picture frame. It was the picture she’d taken the night she and Imogen had stayed over. I took the frame, my heart clenching. “Now you have two more sisters,” Neverra said. I hugged her, and she giggled, surprised.
