"Oscar and Gemma," Sarah says, watching Helena and the whiskey. She hasn't met the kids herself, obviously, but she has pretended to be their mother a couple times and interacted with them by necessity. "They seem like nice kids."

Of course, thinking of Alison's kids makes her think of Kira, and her smile fades while she looks down at the table and drums her fingers against it. It's fine. It has to be fine. She and Kira would be in separate countries no matter what, right now.