After dinner, Chloe said:

“Tomorrow I want to visit Elena.”

We nodded.

Nothing more.

For the first time, September 9 felt like Chloe’s birthday without pretending September 10 did not exist.

That was what I had wanted all along.

Ironically, truth made it possible.

Not secrecy.

PART 42 — THE ANNIVERSARY

At the cemetery the next day, Chloe brought nothing.