That frightened me, because I had never set out to stand between a father and son.

I was the fellow from next door who knew which brand of tea Arthur disliked and how many steps he could manage without pausing.

I knew he missed Evelyn’s laughter and that he’d once won a county fishing contest.

I had never seen a single ledger from Sterling Hardware.

Maya came home from her weekend shift at the library and found us reading at the kitchen table.

“Is that Mr.