I can still hear Victoria’s gawking outside the kitchen door, asking to be put back in the chicken run. That used to be an annoying, yet comforting, sound: Victoria asking to be reunited with her sister (Sophia).

My father-in-law (to be) came over yesterday while I was at work and buried our two girls. I ended up noticing I didn’t register/document the ‘crime scene’… or what was left behind from the event. All that remains now is their feathers and our memories of them.