I worked with Andrew at the print shop that would scan and print Zoë’s pictures. I would bring one in and he and I would stand and stare in silence. I would ask him what he thought the name of the pictures should be. When I asked him about this one, he looked down expressionless and said, “Abortion.”
The year on the picture is one year before my birth. Later that day after talking with Andrew, I told my dad about what he had said, and my dad revealed to me for the first time about the abortion he and Zoë had in 1982.
This picture now hangs on my stairwell.