After she hung up, she asked whether we could bake cookies on Saturday.

I said yes, and this time I made sure there was enough butter in the refrigerator.

PART 16
The months that followed were measured less by courtroom dates than by small signs of Harper’s growing confidence.

At first she wanted to know where I was every time I left the room.

If I went to the kitchen without telling her, she would call my name from the hallway.

I began announcing ordinary things before doing them: “I’m going to fold towels.