Francesca still had no news from Julian.

It was like he’d vanished off the face of the earth. Only the kids believed he’d gone abroad—gone for years—thinking Dad was just away working.

Every night, after she finally got the children to sleep, Francesca would sit in the living room and play that vinyl record.

Inside it, besides Grandma’s voice, there was Julian’s, too.

Francesca listened again and again, crying until her face was ...