One hotel receipt.

Dates in order.” She drew a small box at the end of the timeline and wrote the word dinner inside it.

“The anniversary dinner is Friday the twenty-first,” I said.

“Then we have a deadline.” Sarah capped her pen.

“Bring me everything by the eighteenth.” She looked at Maya in the stroller.

“Bring the baby if you need to.

Bring your father if you want.”

“What about the house?” I asked.