"He called after me, "How old am I, Maya?" I turned. "How the hell should I know? Whatever you've told the school, I'm sure it's a lie anyway." "I'm sixteen, just like you. Or like you will be tomorrow, from what I heard. My birthday was last month." "Congratulations." I started walking again. "I'll send you a card next year, if you hang around that long, which I doubt." "You don't need to doubt it. I'll be leaving for sure if you tell anyone about Annie." I wheeled. "Are you threatening to take her--?" "Legally, I can't take her anywhere. I'm sixteen, Maya. Barely sixteen. She's nineteen. Who's the guardian here?" I paused, then said, softly, "Oh." "Yeah, Annie and I never knew our dad. Our mom died last year when Annie was eighteen. Before the accident. So she got custody of me." "Accident? It's brain damage?" The look in Rafe's eyes, the grief...It hurt just to see it, and he turned away fast, mumbling, "Yeah. It's brain damage. Point is that if anyone finds out, I'm off to a foster home and she's off to an institution. Which neither of us wants." I stepped toward him. "I'm sorry. I just..." "I'm sorry."