The top of the form had already been filled in, in her small, careful handwriting.

Date of first incident.

September the fourth.

We were home a little before five.

I slept in the chair outside the spare bedroom with my boots still on and woke to the furnace kicking on.

At eight I made her coffee the way she takes it, two sugars and a splash of milk, and carried it into the living room.

She had the quilt from the hall closet up to her chin and her arms wrapped around her middle.