“Somewhere without a collapsing roof,” Toby answered.

They laughed, but I heard something hopeful beneath the joke.

The future had become a place they could imagine again.

Before leaving, Walter pressed a small envelope into my hand.

Inside was a photograph of Miriam standing beside a bright yellow bicycle many years earlier.

On the back he had written, THANK YOU FOR LETTING AN OLD MAN LEARN SOMETHING NEW.

I placed the picture on the mantel for the rest of the season.