At Elm Street, my daughter stirred when I picked her up.

I held her beneath the yellow blanket and sat by the window until she settled.

David’s watch and the things belonging to his family remained with their property.

Clara asked once whether I had it because he wanted it returned through the approved arrangements.

“No.

I left it in the drawer.”

She accepted the answer.

I did not have to search another house or act as a courier to prison.