She was drawing a crooked table beneath the red circles.

“Did you tell her?”

Ryan looked toward our daughter.

“Tell her what?”

“When you are coming back.”

He gave a small shrug.

“She knows.”

Emma looked up.

“Do you?”

Ryan smiled at her.

“Mommy asks too many questions.”

Emma smiled because she thought he was joking.

I folded the corner of an envelope flat against the table.

“Who is watching her tonight?”