“That isn’t something I can teach her.”

Chloe nodded.

“I told her the same thing.”

We sat at the table, sorting photographs into piles.

I kept the ones that belonged to my memories and returned the rest.

I didn’t want to erase eleven years, nor did I want my shelves covered with reminders of someone who had tried to use my kindness against me.

“Are you angry with me?” Chloe asked after a while.

“Why would I be?”