I sat on the sofa with the yellow baby blanket across my lap and folded the corners into a neat square.

Maya was asleep in the bassinet beside me.

Her breathing was small and even.

The hardwood floor was clean.

The black leather portfolio sat closed on the shelf.

The silver ring was in the attic box.

The blue glass pitcher sat on the windowsill with the yellow chrysanthemums turned toward the light.

My jaw was loose.