But within the choices available to her, she had tried to act with care.

After the gathering, Kenneth and I stopped at a bakery.

I bought a small bag of chocolate cookies and took them home to the reading corner.

I set one on a plate beside Hannah’s photograph.

“You were right about one thing,” I told her quietly.

“I worried too much.”

Then I sat down and opened my notebook.

There were so many things I still wanted to tell her.