The apartment was smaller than the old house, but Lily had a bed, a table where she could draw, and a place for her backpack that did not block the hallway.

I had been measuring everything we lost against the house.

I began measuring it against what the apartment needed to work.

A chair.

Better shelves.

A second laundry basket.

Nothing on the list could repair what happened in the garage.

Everything on it could make an ordinary day easier.