She said she would rather be a good adult in a kid’s life than a bad parent.

She said, once, in the car, that she thought it was a good sign that I still wore my wedding ring on a chain and that she’d be worried about a man who didn’t.

She came to eleven of Hannah’s things over two years.

She sat through a fourth-grade winter concert alone, in a folding chair, while I was on a phone call in a parking lot in Fountain, and she filmed all forty minutes of it on her phone and sent it to me at 9:40 that night, and I watched it in a truck and had to sit there for a while afterward.

There were two nights in that second year that I go back to.

The first was in November, about three months before I proposed.