There was an agreement in my drawer ending a wedding dispute.

There was a form on my table continuing the boys’ school year.

I could keep them both without mistaking them for the same part of my life.

EPILOGUE — Above the School Drawings

Caleb pushed the peanut butter jar toward me with one hand and held a pencil in the other.

“I get the window seat.”

“You had it yesterday,” Dylan said.

“That was yesterday.”