“I asked her if I could hold on to it.”

I carried the heavy glass plate to the wooden cabinet above the sink.

The door squeaked on its metal hinges when I pulled it open.

I set the plate gently on the middle shelf, right where June had always kept it.

Luke stared at the open cabinet for a long time.

Then he took his hands out of his pockets and started flattening the empty cardboard boxes on the floor.

“My dad called the shop this morning,” Luke said.