She could move more comfortably, speak without stopping so often, and take part in decisions she had earlier been too ill to understand.

She could not make a household run on relief alone.

Someone helped bring the belongings together.

The bag of newborn supplies.

The papers.

Chloe’s sweatshirt, clean now, folded beside clothes that fitted her.

The key secured with Clara’s things.

At the entrance, Chloe looked around before she stepped outside.