The diploma was wrapped in tissue paper.

Personal items were set aside for delivery to Chloe.

Under the bed, Rosa found a familiar leather photo album.

The cover had a small brass plate engraved with our wedding date.

“Mrs.

Vance thought this was lost,” she said.

Inside were photographs from the year we married: Mariana laughing at a reception in a borrowed garden, my mother looking cheerful beside us, Chloe in a blue bridesmaid dress.

The first page had a note I’d written on the morning of the wedding: Wherever we go, we’ll make room for each other.