And I never thanked you properly.”

I accepted the words without pretending they made the past smaller.

He told me he had apologized to Daphne.

They weren’t together, and he didn’t ask me to be pleased about it.

Then he pushed the photograph box across the table.

“Trevor thought you should decide which ones to keep.”

Inside were pictures of school plays, summer picnics, our wedding, and the yellow house when its paint was fresh.

I turned each over carefully.