“I’ll go,” I said. Charity’s face snapped up and she said, her voice suddenly very clear and distinct, “No.” Molly blinked at her mother. Charity stood up, her face blotched with tears, creased with strain, her eyes sunken with fatigue and worry. She stared at me for a long moment and then said, “Families stay, Harry.” She lifted her chin, sudden and fierce pride briefly driving out the grief in her eyes. “He would stay for you.”
