I pulled the handkerchief from my pocket and polished the lenses until the smudge by the hinge was gone.

The left arm of the frame was still a little bent from when she’d stepped on them during a weekend trip to Galena six years earlier.

My cell phone buzzed on the kitchen counter behind me.

The short vibration rattled against the Formica edge for five seconds and then stopped.

I didn’t go into the kitchen to check the screen.

The quiet in the little apartment was deep and completely unbroken.