A teacher remembered how Hannah would argue with an assignment until she understood the reason behind it.

Her uncle described an ill-fated attempt to bake cupcakes that ended with purple icing on the kitchen ceiling.

There were tears, of course.

Many.

But there were laughs too, and as they rose around me, I could almost hear Hannah declaring that we’d finally gotten something right.

Kenneth spoke briefly.

He did not tell the secret of Chloe’s transplant.

It wasn’t ours to announce, and there was no need to turn a private hope into a public claim.