Eleanor and Sienna had moved into our guest rooms while we were away at the hospital.

That was startling enough.

But it was what had happened to Leo’s things that told me everything I still needed to know.

His books had been packed away into storage boxes.

His playroom — the bright blue room we had made for him — had been filled with Sienna’s dolls, and someone had taken down his blue curtains and hung pink ones in their place.

“It’s temporary,” Julian said, before I could even speak.