I ignored him.

Months later, he sent a photograph.

His family sitting around it.

That picture meant more than most courtroom documents.

Good things can grow near terrible memories without pretending those memories were good.

PART 35 — THE ANNIVERSARY

On the anniversary of the assault, I used to become anxious without understanding why.

My body remembered before the calendar did.

The first year, I barely left the apartment.

The second, I went to the shop.