The Things We Buried in Spring

Viviane Robinson has always trusted photographs more than people.
Pictures stay the same. Memories don't.
When spring begins, she starts carrying her camera everywhere again-capturing rain on sidewalks, empty benches, and moments that feel important before she understands why.
Then she notices a girl.
A girl who smells faintly like smoke and leaves strange things behind-strawberries wrapped in paper, notes with nothing written on them, traces of herself in places she never stays.
Elise Hart feels familiar in a way Viviane can't explain.
And when old photographs begin showing details Viviane doesn't remember taking...
she starts wondering if forgetting something can be worse than remembering it.
Some things disappear.
Some things are buried.
And some things wait until spring to come back