At the end she stood in the doorway of the guest room, holding a framed photograph of Gavin at his high school graduation.

“I was always here for him,” she said to me.

“I know you love him,” I answered.

“That doesn’t mean every choice you made helped him.”

“You’re tearing this family apart.”

“I’m asking that we stop using Selena’s future to keep everyone else comfortable.”

Camilla looked toward the stairs where Selena was reading.

She opened her mouth, perhaps to deliver one final criticism.