It took two evenings and it ran to two pages, and the second page is the one that put me on the floor of my own kitchen.

October, fourteen months out. Hannah stopped coming into the kitchen when Pamela was in it.

I noticed this.

I decided it was because Hannah was nine and nine-year-olds are in their rooms.

November. A photograph disappeared from the refrigerator — Rebecca on a beach in Oregon, holding a two-year-old Hannah upside down by the ankles, both of them screaming with laughter.

It was Hannah’s favorite.