Lynn's POV

The art show was in the pack school's main hall, twenty-three students, work pinned to every available surface. I found Lira's pieces in the far corner — six of them, more than any other student. The teacher had given her the whole corner without being asked, which told me something.

I stood in front of them for a long time.

There was the family painting I recognized — all five of us, rendered in the warm, slightly proportionally ambitious style she'd had ...