That is the figure she did not have.

It was not one afternoon.

The appointment was booked on the third of September, the notary refused on the fourth, and the deadline on the card was the sixteenth, and between the twenty-second of August and the twelfth of September she asked her daughter eleven times.

Twenty-two days of a woman working on a twenty-year-old in an empty house.

And the afternoon was not the plan.

The afternoon was the plan failing.