This is the photo I came across this morning. It’s crazy blurry but its significance is what’s really important. We’d just rescued Lucy from her abuser, I had recently shaved my head for charity, and I was svelte and happy. It was just the three of us, then, and things were a lot simpler. Those were good times in that house. Good enough that all the melodrama of the neighborhood hardly seems meaningful (though it was) at all.