“That’s the most like me you’ve ever sounded,” I said.

“I know,” said Sabrina. “It’s been bothering me for months.”

Chapter 17 — The Porch

She moved out in April.

A two-bedroom in Kittery, eleven minutes away, second floor, with a maple outside the front window that she noticed before I did and did not mention, which I appreciated.

She had a job by then — receptionist and then office manager at a veterinary practice in Eliot, which suits her entirely and which she got herself, and which I did not know she had applied for until she had the offer, and I want to record that this was correct and that I understood it was correct and that it stung for about a day.

We planned the move for three weeks. That’s the part I want to describe, because it is the whole point.