But Hannah had been happy in some of those photographs.

I had watched her laugh.

She had loved him, and for a while she had believed that love was being returned.

Reducing her marriage to one unbroken warning would have made me wiser than I had been and her simpler than she was.

I had noticed things.

Victoria correcting Hannah’s pronunciation at dinner.

Julian answering a question I had asked my daughter.

Hannah checking the time before taking another cup of tea at my house.