I held the frame where we wanted it, and the boys stepped back.

The glass caught the late light.

Behind it were the seven figures by the boat, blue water, and the dock that had been drawn too crooked to look safe for actual walking.

There was a pencil mark near the bottom I had never noticed.

“Who did that?”

Elliot shrugged.

“Probably Dad when he helped finish it.”

I looked again.