Drinking a cup of hot chocolate with Miss Bass before going home becomes something of a ritual.
Sophia still doesn’t talk. She doesn’t know how.
Sophia doesn’t talk, but she knows Miss Bass would listen if she did, would listen and would care, and that alone is not quite enough, but it almost is and that’s a start.
Eddie sits in her lap, heavy and warm, and shows her a drawing he made, and Miss Bass asks her about her day, and in her pocket there’s a riddle sent by Dee, and earlier that day Dean tried to describe what his powers were like and sounded like he’d gotten high, and Sophia is still sharp, Sophia still isn’t nice, Sophia still isn’t kind, but all those things are sweet against her bitterness, like sugar and milk in cacao powder.
Sophia has a not-quite-home, and it’s not-quite-enough, but it’s so much better than not having a home at all.