You would have seen it if you’d let me finish one sentence.”

I remembered accusing her of keeping secrets.

I remembered my father asking whether I was sure about the divorce and my refusing to discuss it.

He had still invited Lauren to his birthday that spring, and I had been offended by the kindness.

After he died, I found a note among his belongings reminding me that a photograph never tells the whole story.

I had placed it in a drawer because I couldn’t yet bear to agree.