I unfolded it.

She had used colored pencils to draw a broad yellow house with a white front porch, a tall red brick chimney, and a huge green tree draped over the roof.

“It’s got six windows across the front,” Chloe said, winding a strand of dark hair around her index fingernail.

“And a wooden swing.”

I laid my palm flat across my collarbone.

“Where did you see a house like this one?” I asked.