In one frame Adam stood beside his late wife, Rebecca, their hands resting on the crib they had built for Idan.

Margaret had always resented how much the young woman had changed her son.

After Rebecca’s death, she had returned to the house and gradually filled the space left behind, convincing herself the family needed her control to survive.

Clara’s quiet affection for Idan had threatened that position.

Margaret finally admitted that truth to herself, though she was not yet prepared to say it to anyone else.

She sat in the chair by the green door and cried.