White favor boxes still covered the dining table.

A bag labeled HONEYMOON held travel adapters and sunscreen.

The little chalkboard outside the front door still said, ‘Welcome to our next chapter.’ I carried it inside and leaned it against the wall, unable to decide whether to erase it.

Mabel ran straight to the kitchen and placed our bracelets beside the sink.

‘Can we make pancakes tomorrow even if it isn’t Saturday?’ she asked.

I said yes.