And then Jonah told me the thing that turned my grief into something colder and more useful.

“Declan said Grandma Marjorie went to a cabin in the mountains,” he said.

“With her friend.

For two whole weeks.

So I couldn’t call her either.”

I looked up at my aunt, who had gone very still.

“A cabin,” Marjorie said.

“I have not left Cincinnati one single day this month.”