Nobody Has to Bleed to Be Heard

She opened the door before we knocked, which means she had been standing near it.

She is small and moves carefully and has my — has Rebecca’s face, which is to say Noah’s chin, which nobody had ever been able to attribute to anyone.

She looked at him for a long moment in the doorway and did not grab him, which I think was the single most disciplined act I have ever witnessed.

“You’re tall,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Your father was tall.” She stepped back.