He told me Ofelia was having to reconsider her retirement plans.

I listened but didn’t offer to rescue her from the consequences of choices she had made freely.

She had relatives and options.

I was allowed to have limits.

After Julian left, I found an old photograph in the box.

It showed Manuel, Mark, and me standing outside Crestview’s first office.

The sign above the door was crooked.

My hair had escaped its clip, and there was paint on Mark’s sleeve.