February twenty-third.

Evelyn asked me to surrender our master bedroom for one week, because its bathroom was easier to reach after physical therapy.”

Mariana looked down at the page.

“I said yes to all of that.

I wanted you both to feel welcome.”

The room was still enough to hear the ice melting in the water pitcher.

“In March, Chloe moved my clothes into the hall closet.

When I moved them back, she told me I was interfering with her mother’s recovery.