She always has.”

And then, unmistakable, Selina’s laugh, and Selina’s voice.

“And after the baby?”

“After the baby,” the recording said, in my husband’s voice, in our kitchen, “I make Mabel look unstable, I divorce her, and I keep the company.”

The recording ended, and the silence that followed it was the loudest thing I have ever heard.

In the nine boxes, no one moved.

Beside me, Fiona had closed her eyes.