She carried a photograph in a small frame and wore a faded red scarf despite the mild weather.

“I’m Denise Walker,” she said.

“I heard about your son.”

I invited her in.

She was the mother Gavin had mentioned, the one whose son had received the yellow bicycle.

Her son, Jonah, waited on the porch with his helmet tucked under an arm.

Denise placed the frame on the table.

It showed Jonah at the repair stand, hands gripping the yellow handlebars.