“No,” said the advocate. “It’s differently ongoing.”

I have thought about that phrase all year.

Chapter 14 — The Box

In June, Sabrina found the box.

She was looking for a spare fan in the hall closet, which is exactly where I would have sent her, and she came out holding it because it had her name on the lid in my handwriting, and she had assumed — reasonably, completely reasonably — that it was hers.

It wasn’t. It was labeled with a different name.

DEVON.