A ceramic bowl she made in a night class in 2013 that is genuinely quite bad and which Hannah loves for that reason.

The hand cream.

Anything Hannah wants is in there and she can open it whenever she likes and she does not have to ask, and nobody has to look at it if they’d rather not, and that turns out to be the entire design brief for grief in a house with more than one person in it.

The rest of that first year was not a montage either.

Hannah got worse before she got better, which Dr.

Roshan had warned me about in advance and which I did not really believe until it happened.