My work schedule, our anniversary, names of my relatives, restaurants we visited, and even phrases Alma used in text messages.
She had been watching us for years.
The lily-shaped birthmark had been the one detail she could not remove.
Ava later claimed she had forgotten about it.
Alma came home 12 days later.
The first night, she stood in the kitchen and opened the correct cabinet.
Then she started crying.
I held her while Milo pressed against her legs so hard he nearly knocked us both over.
Recovery was slow.
She hated closed doors, she woke from nightmares, and she stopped going to retreats.
For months, she could not look at her own reflection without seeing Ava's face.
We went to therapy together.
A year later, Ava was sentenced to prison.
Alma did not attend.
Neither did I.
We no longer needed to watch her be removed from our lives.
Sometimes people ask how I knew.
