I framed the photograph and placed it on the mantel beside the ultrasound image I’d kept all those years.

The gray, grainy beginning of June’s life looked almost abstract beside the crisp photograph she had taken herself.

One image showed a future I had not been able to imagine.

The other showed the person that future had become.

Warren visited that weekend to take June to a science lecture.

He stopped before the mantel.

“Is that the first scan?” he asked.

“Yes.”