"I know," says Sabrina, but her voice is still wobbly, and she absolutely burrows into Rosie's arms. "I'm sorry, this is probably really weird, and it screws up the holiday, and I'm still me, but I think maybe I feel younger on the inside too."

She sniffles.

"I want to go home, can you, can you help?"

And stay, she thinks, but she's not sure how hard to push there.