Of everything Nora left me, the money and the house and the albums and the journals, that single loose photograph is the thing I would run into a burning building to save.

Whatever brought me into that room, that is what I became inside it, and Nora, who missed nothing, saw it, and named it, and it was real.

The money was never the point.

The money was just the shape her love happened to take on its way to saving my mother.”

Chapter 26 — Home

There was one last thing Margaret had to tell me, and she told it gently, setting a final folded document on top of the album box.

Arthur’s company had suffered a public blow when word of his probate defeat found its way into the local business journals.