“He hated adding time to the drive.

He planned those trips to the minute.”

“I don’t know,” Abigail said, and there was a steel coming into her that I had not seen before, the steel of a young woman who has decided to follow a thread all the way to its end.

“But the store’s still there.

I looked.

Mom — let’s go ask them.”

I should have been exhausted.

I had cried myself hollow and the day had already turned my whole understanding of that weekend upside down.