That was exactly as it should be.

One winter afternoon she brought Clara to visit.

Our daughter, now old enough to ask direct questions, wanted to know why I did not live at home.

I looked to Hannah, who gave me a small encouraging nod.

“Because I broke important rules and hurt people,” I told Clara in language she could understand.

“I had to face consequences.

None of that was your fault.”

“Will you come back?” she asked.