FULL PART : The sandwich wasn’t just food; it was a map back to a memory he had tried to bury.

But Jessica didn’t try to force the child to eat. She didn’t call her name or plead with her. She simply sat down on the rug, three feet away from Sophia, and began to hum. It was a soft, off-key melody—a lullaby that Emily used to sing, the one Sophia had stopped hearing the day the music died in that house.