“I bought fresh green beans and chicken.”

I stepped back into the dining room and looked at the side of our stainless steel refrigerator.

Pinned under a bright yellow round magnet was our handwritten weekly care schedule, filled with Ethan’s neat writing for every day of the week.

Next to it was June’s official hospital discharge slip, stamped with Dr.

Orla Owens’ signature confirming she had fully recovered from the infection.

Below the medical report, every square on the chore chart was marked with a dark checkmark in blue ink.