We apologized, listened, and adjusted.

One afternoon I found a page of her sketchbook taped to the refrigerator.

She’d drawn our new house with a snowman on the front lawn.

Above the roof she’d written, in large uneven letters: PEOPLE CAN MAKE MISTAKES HERE.

I showed it to Brian.

He looked at it for a long time.

“Do you think she means us?” he asked.

“I think she means everyone,” I said.