“I am a structural engineer,” Christopher replied lightly.

“It is my job to fix things.”

“You are also avoiding your therapy appointments,” Martha pointed out gently.

Christopher looked at her.

“Detective Miller gave you that counselor’s business card, didn’t he?”

“Detective Miller is a very sensible man,” Martha said.

Christopher began attending regular counseling sessions, and Martha joined him occasionally as well.

One sunny afternoon, Christopher found the old black-and-white photograph sitting on the kitchen table beside the sugar bowl.