My father looked at me.
“Lola?”
I closed the application.
“I need to check something.”
I drove home and took an old storage box out of my closet.
Inside were photos, birthday cards and papers that had belonged to Mom.
At the very bottom was a photo from her last summer.
Next to her stood my aunt Sabrina.
Sabrina was wearing the same white sneakers.
She was my mother’s younger sister.
