“I thought you would want it,” Evelyn said.

“To remind you of how we used to be.”

“I don’t want the picture,” I said.

“We only wanted to keep things together,” she said.

She pressed the photograph against her coat, her knuckles white.

“If you sign that paper, they will take everything we have.”

“Caleb took Elise’s life,” I said.

Evelyn looked down at the gravel between her shoes, her shoulders dropping under her heavy coat.