I closed the leather album slowly, letting the heavy cover come down without a sound on the marble.

I lifted my eyes and looked straight into the mirror.

The gray hair at my temples looked bright and harsh under the bare bulbs, and my mouth was a thin, hard line.

What had she done with the rest of Megan’s clothes and the wooden boxes from the back closet?

I stood there in the cold white light, staring straight ahead, my jaw clenched.

I laid the photo flat on the nightstand and left the room before sunrise.