“I can.”

He returned with the blue-cased phone in both hands and placed it beside my elbow.

“There.”

“Thank you.”

I left it where he put it.

I had spent years learning how to wait for Evan’s anger to pass without involving anybody outside the house.

The phone was within reach, and I still treated it as something I should not use.

Noah noticed the paper beneath the yellow lemon magnet on the refrigerator.