I heard my husband’s family arriving in pieces — a burst of noise from the stairwell, Gertrude’s voice doing the thing it does at volume, the specific sound of thirty people saying each other’s names.

At 6:20 I went out onto the landing with a stack of bread plates because Rosalba asked me to, and I walked across it with my head down, and Paige was standing four feet away by the coat rail with her phone in her hand.

She looked up.

I have gone over this a great many times and I know exactly what happened, because I watched it happen on her face in about a second and a half.

She saw a member of the waitstaff.