Tommy had written about repainting the nursery, buying a secondhand rocking chair, and taking his daughter to see the harbor from the safe side of the fence.

He had signed it Love, Tommy, and added a postscript: If she’s stubborn, she gets that from both of us.

June laughed through her tears.

When Vincent came for his scheduled visit that afternoon, June was holding the letter.

“We named her Sophie,” she told him.

“Elena said Thomas had liked it because it meant wisdom.”

“It’s a good name.”

“You didn’t hide this?”