Forty-Eight Hours
What she has from them, Marcus says, is not what anybody expected.
She has almost no narrative memory of the house.
What she has is a set of physical reactions that arrive without a reason attached — a particular kind of quiet, a particular kind of light, the sound of a car on gravel.
She is in third grade and she is doing well and she has a dog that cost an absurd amount of money and that Marcus describes as “the worst decision and the best decision.”
She did not have to give evidence.