I want her to see a woman who reclaimed her own kitchen.
I think she does.
Months later we went back to the old house one last time for the final boxes, and Elspeth walked into the empty kitchen and pointed at a plain ceramic cup left behind on a high shelf.
“Do we take that one too, Mommy?”
“No, sweetheart,” I said, and I closed the cabinet on it for good.
“Some things from the old life don’t get to come to the new one.”