Chloe in Willowmere

She was, surprisingly, good at it. The croissants came out right. Mr. Chen came in for his usual and nodded at her — which Marco later explained was approximately equivalent to a standing ovation. Rosie burst in before school, grabbed her pain au chocolat, and was gone in thirty seconds. The corner table waited in the back, empty, the way it always did. By Thursday — or possibly Friday — Chloe had a home.