We spent the rest of the visit discussing how Clara might stay in contact with me in an age-appropriate way, subject to Hannah’s judgment and applicable rules.

Hannah did not make sentimental promises about waiting for me.

When the time came to leave, Clara was asleep.

Hannah carefully lifted her from my arms.

“Lucas,” she said at the door, “I know you loved me.

I know that now.”

My chest tightened.

“But I needed you to trust me, and you didn’t.