Sometimes she asked if Grandma Diane had forgotten her. I answered truthfully. “No. She made a choice that did not protect you.”

“Because the car was full?”

“No car is too full for the child you promised to care for.”

“Will I see her again?”

“Only when it is safe, and when you want to.” That answer satisfied her for now.

Grandma Evelyn became part of our weekly routine. Every Saturday we drove from Austin with music playing and cracker crumbs collecting across the back seat.