I remembered a silver earring in the grass, the smell of rain and Evie’s little hand tucked inside mine.

“Mother told us something that day,” Evelyn said.

“Do you remember?”

I could barely speak.

“A thing matters more to the person who misses it than the person who finds it.”

The sentence came back whole, as though I had spoken it yesterday.

PART 7

When I returned home, Poppy raced across the living room.