For all of it.” She waved it off, but I would not let her.

“You didn’t have to move that fast, that day.

You did it because you knew what kind of afternoon it might be.

You protected me before I knew I needed protecting.” She looked into the next room, at my children, laughing over glitter and blocks, and something in her formidable face softened.

“You did the real work, Jessi,” she said.

“Aunt Margaret only left you the keys.