into the rhythm of the place. They started helping without being asked — clearing tables, restocking shelves, greeting neighbors at the door.
One night, Kylie looked around the room at her children and Arthur’s children and neighbors she had known for years, all seated together at that long table with plates passing and voices overlapping and laughter filling the corners of the house.
Arthur had spent years alone in these rooms.
Now they were full.
She thought about what he had said in that recording — that he had kept watch from
