Tanya touched the screen with her fingertips.

Katherine told her the ending of The Brave Little Rabbit, the story she used to read her every night. The rabbit didn’t beat the wolf with blows.

He left glowing crumbs all through the dark forest, so that others could find the path — and discover what the wolf had been hiding.

When it finished, Tanya looked up at me. “My mom left glowing crumbs for us, right, Grandma?”

“Yes, my love,” I said, fighting back tears.

“That’s why they found the bad guys.”