“You want to go with him?” Her eyebrows rise, surprised by the question. “No,” she says, and it’s not even heavy. “You go. I’m not the one who can help him.” I can’t tell if she means Esther is the sister who could help him, or I am the one out of the two of us that could help him, or—most impossible but feeling the most true—she’s not the Cara that can help him.
