“I will.”

Claire did not embrace her to turn the answer into reconciliation.

She helped carry a box to the hall, thanked the movers, and said goodbye.

At the duplex, we laid clean archival paper on the table and supported the suit’s folds so the old cloth was not pulled at the seams.

Claire arranged the sleeves inward.

The loose thread at the cuff stayed where it was; neither of us tried to trim an old garment simply to make it look tidier.

The suit was no longer a secret and did not need to become an everyday outfit.