"I don't have to," Sabrina whispers. "Marcus... begged me not to, and I don't think I would have, I would have remembered. I would have remembered all of you." She knows it's true, even as she's shaken by how easy it would have been to give in. "I can help, I want to help, I just have to make sure I don't get lost."

She's thankful when the taxi rolls to a stop, mostly because the only thing she can manage is to lean up and kiss Rosie, cupping her cheek. Anything else she'd like to say, she thinks it can wait until they get inside.