“We’re moving to a really nice house near the park next week,” I said, sitting down beside him on the wooden bench.

“It has tall windows and a big backyard.”

He looked down at his cast, tracing the hard white surface with his left thumb.

“Is Aunt Brenda going to come to the new house?”

“No,” I said, keeping my voice gentle and steady.

“Aunt Brenda and Chloe will never come to our new house.”

Toby took a quiet breath and nodded once, satisfied with the answer.

“Can I draw a new bridge after my arm gets better?”