I sat on the wide sofa across from her.

On the middle cushion next to me sat a small cardboard box.

It was the last sealed box from the attic, the one where I had kept the few baby things I saved after Dr.

Evans told me my daughter had died.

I reached inside and took out the yellow knitted hat.

The bright yarn was very soft and a little frayed at the top.

Beside it at the bottom of the box was a small yellow baby blanket.