I packed Hannah’s deck of cards and the purple dinosaur socks she had left in a drawer.

Kenneth drove because my hands shook each time I thought about seeing Chloe again.

When we arrived, Clara and Mark were waiting beside a picnic table.

Chloe stood a few steps away in a light jacket, looking thinner than she had in the photograph but smiling.

“Grace?” she asked.

I nodded.

She approached slowly, holding a small paper bag.

“These are for Hannah,” she said, then looked embarrassed.