It wasn’t a promise that moving would solve everything.

There would be calls handled through the established channels.

Financial records would still be reviewed.

Emily might have mornings when she wanted to ask the same question she’d asked yesterday because an answer hadn’t yet become something she could trust.

I could give that time.

The first afternoon, she walked through the rooms slowly.

She checked where the light came in and which drawer could hold her pencils.

“This one?” she asked.