“Why did he say November?

Did he say what day?”

“He said November was when miracles happened,” Lily said, without blinking.

Rebecca smoothed her skirt with flat palms.

“Show her Paul’s things, Megan,” she said.

“Show her the photographs in the hall.”

I led the girl into the central hallway, where the track lighting threw warm circles on the narrow oak floorboards.

Lily walked with her hands jammed deep in the pockets of her green jacket, her shoulders hunched up toward her ears.