Roshan had suggested that the first repair should be something physical that Hannah did with her own hands.

They were all still in the house.

That was the thing.

Nothing had been thrown away — it had all been moved to the hallway, or a drawer, or the top of a closet, and it had happened so gradually that neither of us could reconstruct the order.

We got all of them out onto the dining room table.

Nineteen framed photographs and four albums and a shoebox.