It had a silver bow on it that was about two feet across.

Inside were six clear bins.

Bin one was medical.

Every bill, every statement, every collections letter, from 2010 to 2025.

Bea’s ER visit in 2013.

Solveig’s arm.

Willa’s tubes at two.

The four thousand dollars that I paid off at seventy-five dollars a month for six years and that I had genuinely forgotten about until I saw the payment ledger in a plastic box on a concrete floor.