“From our old house.

He gave me a whole box of my old toys last month, when we moved into his new cabin.

I don’t think he knew the seam in the back of the bear was open.

I felt something hard inside it.

When I pulled it out, it was a little box, and inside there was a phone and a card.

I put the card in my tablet, and I saw the pictures.”

She reached into the pocket of her small denim jacket, and she drew out a worn blue memory card, no larger than a fingernail, and she laid it flat on the steel table in the narrow space between her mother’s shackled hands.