Some were purple; others were torn from grocery receipts.

Beneath them were two photographs of Hannah and Chloe.

In one, both were making fierce expressions at the camera.

In the other, Chloe was holding a scorecard: HANNAH: 2, CHLOE: 7.

I smiled despite myself.

“So much for Hannah claiming she always won.”

At the bottom of the box was a list entitled Things We Will Do When We Are Both Out.

I sat down before reading it.