Isabelle tried about sixty different arrangements before she finally settled on how to place the pictures of her and her madre in the 100-picture frame. The pics where she was youngest were in the center, and she got progressively older in each row until she reached the present in the frame’s outer edges. She stepped back to survey the end result. Birthdays, school plays, vacations, random selfies. She majorly owed Jason for these. She could almost convince herself they were real.