Who's Gonna Know?
Their faces smile at me from the faded sepia; this last photograph of the three of us.
I thought I'd never forget them and I haven't. But the full horror of what happened had faded like sepia, until today.
To be there like that was to lose them all over again, and I feel a pang as I realise that there's no-one who knows what I know, no-one with I can share my memories with.
Then, like earlier, there's a touch to my arm and she sits down beside me.
"Tell me about your parents," she says.
And I do.