Sometimes people ask whether finding Evelyn changed our lives because she was wealthy.

I understand the question.

There was a new roof over my kitchen, after all, and some worries no longer woke me in the middle of the night.

But I think about a different morning.

Evelyn had come over early to help Poppy make a family tree for school.

They sat at the table with photographs spread everywhere, tracing branches with colored pencils.

The tree was complicated.