I told her about Chloe without sharing details that belonged to Chloe alone.

I described her love of astronomy, how she named the stars visible from our balcony and insisted every stuffed animal needed a bedtime routine.

I told Camilla she asked why rain sounded different on a car roof than it did on a bedroom window.

Camilla smiled through tears.

“I used to ask things like that,” she said.

I wanted to show her a hundred photographs.

Priya suggested we begin with a few approved by Chloe’s child therapist, once one had been appointed, to avoid exposing the girl to an abrupt transformation in her identity.