I shouldn't like it so much, the way Blue looks in my shirt. It's just a piece of fabric and I know that the skin beneath it, though clean, is still raw and tender. And yet, it's too easy to imagine her walking through the bedroom door, wearing those clothes for a different reason. While Blue's distracted by Élan, I try to make my face be neutral.

It's hard when she gives the bunny a little pat and I know I'm smiling a bit foolishly.

"Hey," I say, pushing the mug toward her. "It's hibiscus. Is that okay?"