"Yes," Nia said, and felt the word settle into the room like a decision she had not known she had made until she spoke it. "We're still moving. Tomorrow. And you can still have yellow walls. I'll help you paint."
Amara smiled with her eyes closed. "Daddy said you might be mad and then sad and then okay."
"Daddy said that?"
"Uh-huh. He said love is sometimes a long hallway."
Nia sat very still. "Did he now."
But Amara was already asleep.