It can be taken apart the same way it was put together, by someone patient enough to find the joints.

And I had just, at three in the morning, been handed the tool for exactly that, wrapped in a folder with my uncle’s initials pressed into the corner.

Chapter 5 — What Do You Need

That night my sister Brigid drove four hours from Savannah and got there before sunrise, her hair in a falling-apart bun, her sweatshirt inside out, her face set like she had come to hold up the walls of the building.

She looked at the baby first.