“Lily asked whether the lock was gone,” she said.

“I told her I’d find out.”

“Tell her yes,” I said.

Evelyn nodded and headed back across the yard.

She had left a pot of yellow mums beside my steps, the petals still closed tight.

Across the yard, her porch light came on.

A small hand pulled the curtain aside, then let it drop.

I began walking toward the light.