She looked at the street, the passing taxis, and a boy walking a dog in the early sunshine.

“I wanted our first family photographs here,” she said.

“I thought this was the place where we’d learn how to be parents.”
I didn’t tell her the apartment had been nothing but bricks.

Places hold our plans, even when we have to leave them behind.

“We can take our first proper family picture at the new house,” I said.

She smiled faintly.

“Not in matching outfits.”
“Agreed.