She simply wanted us to keep the baby’s needs in view.

Lucas arrived carrying a folder so thick it would not close.

He had put the credit-card statements in order, printed his job applications, and made a list of everything he had failed to tell his wife.

Watching him organize his failures into tidy piles almost made me laugh.

It was such a Lucas thing to do.

When he was eight, he had made a chart explaining why he’d broken our mother’s favorite vase.

Hannah took one look at the folder and stopped walking.