I wish I could answer better.” Lucas squeezed her fingers.

“You don’t have to remember everything,” he said.

We walked among the headstones and found the grave of an elderly neighbor who had once taught Lucas to throw a baseball.

We placed a little stone beside it, then stopped under a maple tree for water.

The afternoon was ordinary enough that Lucas began asking whether we could get ice cream on the way home.

I felt the tension leave my shoulders.