It doesn’t matter.

That’s the part I’d want anyone to understand.

She deleted her copy and it exists on four platforms in nine versions with a combined audience she has stopped trying to count, and Noah’s name is in a comment thread from 2017 on a blog that is still monetized, and it will be there when I am dead.

She said, “I don’t regret making it.

I regret that I made it before I asked whether anybody in the frame was six.”

Chloe drove to Yonkers alone in January and sat in Alma Salas’s kitchen for two hours and said all of it — the shoebox, the two she opened, the five years after that.