There are whole days now when none of us thinks about it.

There are more of those days every month.

The three of us did that.

Not by forgetting — we will never forget, and I have stopped wishing we could — but by turning toward each other, again and again, and choosing the light and the ocean and the board games and the dog, one ordinary afternoon at a time, until the ordinary afternoons outnumbered the dark ones, and then outnumbered them so completely that the dark ones became just weather that passes through a life that is, at its center, good.\n\n”Mom, Mason’s cheating again!” Wyatt laughed, jabbing a finger across the table.

“I’m not cheating,” Mason grinned.