Her tongue stuck out slightly with concentration, exactly as Ryan’s used to when he fixed something delicate.

“You can’t change that night,” I said.

“But you can stop making the people left behind carry it for you.”

Arthur nodded.

We talked about the photos and letters Paige had left behind.

He asked for copies of anything I was comfortable sharing.

I told him I would consider it.

I had saved every birthday card and grocery list in a small box after the accident because I couldn’t bear to throw away anything with Paige’s handwriting.