“I’ll go get the papers,” he said.

“I’ll need the blue folder from the third shelf and the stroller from the hall.”

He blinked at me.

“What folder?”

“Forget it.”

I carried Toby up the stairs and left the kitchen light burning behind us.

The brown suitcase was sitting under the window, right where it had been since the day we moved in.

I set Toby down in the center of the bed with a pillow on either side of him and unzipped the case.