Terrence’s face crumpled.

“I do,” he whispered.

Mason passed it over without coming closer.

Inside, four names were printed in four styles.

Underneath, Savannah had drawn a small green helicopter beside five stick figures.

Terrence stared at the picture until his eyes filled.

I could not tell whether his tears were for the children or for the years he had lost.

Either way, tears were not an answer.