Watching this wasn't satisfying. There was no part of her that felt vindicated by Amira's grief. It was simply unbearable and doubly so, because the child in the middle of it understood nothing except that the one constant of her short life was being taken away.
"When she calms down," Amira said, voice wrecked, still holding Hope close, "I swear I'll leave. I'll never look for her again." She pressed her face briefly to the top of Hope's head. "I'm sorry. Please. Just give me a few more minutes with her."
Yvette didn't move toward them. She didn't argue.
