One inside the other, with a sock jammed down in each, the way you pack when you are not coming back for them later.

I shut the closet door and stood in the hall for a moment.

At six I found Lucas in the living room with the television muted and his phone in his hand.

He had his feet on my coffee table, on the corner where the finish had gone dull, and he moved them off when he heard me.

“I am not going to ask you again about the suites,” I said.

“Mom.