Before she left, she opened a kitchen drawer and retrieved two small photographs she’d been meaning to mail.

In one, Amelia held two babies in knitted yellow hats.

In the other, the twins, aged five, sat on a picnic blanket under a tree.

Nora was handing Violet the larger half of a biscuit.

On the highway Caroline replayed every unanswered call of the last year.

She remembered a recent conversation in which Richard had said the children were undergoing specialized behavioral treatment and outside visits would set them back.