Walter read it twice, then handed it to Keisha because his hands were trembling.

“Maybe I was trying to keep doing what she asked,” he said.

Nobody spoke.

The room had been noisy moments earlier with chairs scraping and volunteers unpacking boxes.

Now it felt as if we had been invited into a private room in someone’s life.

Toby reached for a clean rag and polished the handle of the toolbox.

Gavin rolled his chair closer and quietly asked whether Miriam had liked the color yellow.

“Loved it,” Walter said.