Violet nodded.

“Letters, photos, receipts, legal inquiries.

The last trail I had.”

Gregory stared down.

“I hid the photograph in my toolbox because I couldn’t stand to throw it away.

When Paige came home with us, I saw her in that blanket and felt like a promise had somehow circled back.

I wrote on the picture after Samantha asked why I was so quiet.”

“Forgive me, Violet.