It read: “It’s never too late. And you’re not alone.”
“That’s me. Sit. I’ll bring you a hot chocolate. On the house.”
Kai held a strip for the cousin who had sent them the message—a cousin who had died by suicide two years before Kai was born, never knowing that their words would one day save a life.
Mara listened. She didn’t interrupt. When Kai finished, she said, “I have a couch in the back. You can stay until you find your feet. But there’s someone you should meet first.”
Kai hesitated. “I’m looking for someone. Mara?”