Sabrina reached over and put her hand flat on the box lid.

“Can I see?” she said.

We opened it at eleven at night. Rain boots, size eleven. A drawing of a cloud with the correct name written under it in a six-year-old’s hand. Three books about weather.

A photograph of a boy in my back garden pointing at the sky.

She looked at every single thing and asked me a question about each one, and by two in the morning I had said his name aloud probably forty times, and the fortieth was easier than the first.

Chapter 15 — Bellows Falls

Her name is Roberta Kean. She is seventy-six years old, she lives in Bellows Falls, Vermont, and she is the aunt.