I took four steps toward the table, my hands buried deep in the pockets of my winter coat.

The photo on the first page showed a toddler in a wooden high chair, holding a red plastic spoon over a blue bowl.

A thin white line cut through the hair of the child’s left eyebrow, splitting it into two separate halves.

I raised my right hand to my own face and traced the exact notched gap in the skin above my left eye.

“You took a hard tumble off the back porch steps three weeks before your fourth birthday,” Claire said.