Dani slowly pulled the page from the sketchbook, so so careful both to preserve the drawing that already meant to much to her and to respect this amazing gift that Katie had given her. She was so touched. And then everything Katie was saying made sense, and felt so like what Dani had been experiencing. Dani reached out, lightly touching Katie's wrist, this tentative contact that she felt like they both needed. "It's so hard," she agreed. "I want to be there for Oliver. He feels like my brother, and I miss him, and I want him to be okay. But he isn't my brother, really. He doesn't know what we went through. He doesn't know me, and I don't know all these people who are important to him."