I laughed, and the sound surprised both of us.

We spent the evening reading the notes without turning them into a puzzle we had to solve.

The box told us what Hannah loved.

It did not tell us how every day of her final months had felt, nor did it explain every choice she made.

I was learning that I could be grateful for what she left without demanding that it answer every question.

Before putting the box away, I photographed the list and sent it to Clara, asking whether Chloe would want a copy.