The day the archive officially changed felt quieter than I expected. There were no speeches, no photographers, no glittering launch banners across the boutique windows. The announcement went up on our small corner of the website the night before, a single paragraph stating that the student archive was now a formal learning program. It carried my name, but in truth, it belonged to all the hands that had passed through here.

We opened early that morning. Claudia was already in the back when I ...