Maya stopped sleeping with her shoes by the bed.

That was the point at which she stopped being a woman in hiding and started, without noticing, being a person in a house.

Which is when she found the photograph.

Part Eight: The Photograph in the Book

It was a Thursday afternoon in June and she was dusting the shelves in the study, which was a job she had been putting off for two months because there were nine hundred books on those shelves and she had to take them all down.

She was working the third shelf from the bottom when a heavy blue clothbound volume about civil engineering came apart in her hands and a photograph fell out of it face down onto the rug.