The painted wooden ledge was wide and completely clear of clutter.

I set the porcelain angel down carefully on the right side of the windowsill.

Its painted face looked out toward the quiet street.

I laid the blue savings passbook right next to it and squared its warped edges so they sat perfectly parallel to the glass.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I stood in the quiet house and watched the streetlights flicker on down the block.

She kept her promise, and now I’m keeping mine.