The memories were not a task to complete.

They were part of me now.

That night, for the first time, I dreamed of Chloe without the hospital.

We were standing at a bus stop, arguing about whether an umbrella counted as broken if only two spokes worked.

I woke smiling, and the smile stayed with me through breakfast.

PART 22

Paige asked me to join her and Thomas for a weekend at the coast before she moved to Seattle.

We chose a quiet stretch of beach with a boardwalk and a small restaurant where the menus were laminated and the windows fogged when the wind turned cold.