The bank stood two blocks away, its red brick front solid against the pale gray sky.

“So what do we do now, Mom?” Sophie asked.

“We hang on to what’s true,” I said.

“Daniel fought for every foot of that land.

He was looking after us every single minute of that week.”

Sophie sat close beside me on the cold bench.

She leaned her shoulder into mine as dry maple leaves scratched along the gravel path.

“Dean’s going to show up at the house tonight,” Sophie said.