I drove to Elm Street with the radio off and Toby sleeping in the back.

The front lawn still showed the crease where the process server had dropped the white envelope in the November rain.

Brandon had the steamer trunk by the back door when I came in through the kitchen.

The lid was open, with three folded shirts lying in the bottom.

Brooke was in the living room with Toby on a blanket, and I heard her talking to him before I saw either one of them.

“Say Aunt Brooke.