She read the letter that night, in her bed, under the clipped reading light. June was asleep, snoring softly, the sound like a cat purring in rhythm. Destiny was at the hospital with Hope, who had been fussy all day and who had refused to be put down, and so Mira had the room almost to herself for the first time in weeks. She had been waiting for this—a night alone with the papers, a night in which she could read them without the fear of being watched, without having to perform her reactions fo...