The photo had been taken five years ago and it was the only one she had of the three of them together. She looked at it more than she would admit. Not in sadness, exactly — they were all still alive, just scattered. One in Melbourne. One in Halifax. Her here. The photo was from the summer they'd shared the house, the last time they had all been in one place long enough to have an ordinary afternoon together. She wanted that summer back and also knew that the summer had been made partly by the fact that it was ending. She closed the photo. Opened it again an hour later.