On the back she’d written: KEEP ASKING GOOD QUESTIONS.

I pinned it to the office board with a paper clip from my mother’s old calendar.

The board already held the weekly rota, supplier numbers, and a note reminding us to replace a squeaky hinge on the back door.

There was nothing glamorous about it.

There was an entire life inside it.

That night I balanced the register and counted the cash twice.

The total was correct.