“Yes.”

“What about the birthday crown?”

Maya looked at it on the bed.

“Yes.”

Lily put the crown inside the smaller case, then took it out again because she did not want it squashed.

Maya tucked it between two folded shirts and showed her that it would be protected.

There was no room for every toy.

Maya let Lily choose a few while she found identification, the birth certificate, insurance information, and the small envelope of emergency receipts she kept in the back of the dresser.