“I can keep what he built without pretending he never hurt me,” I said.

Marcus nodded.

“That sounds like a sentence you should keep.”

I set the photographs on the table instead of returning them to the drawer.

I had not decided where they belonged yet, but I no longer wanted them hidden.

On the way out Marcus noticed the blue folder beside my work schedule.

I said I was keeping records for the studio.

Lease, utilities, receipts.