His dresser drawers, empty.

And the small green velvet dinosaur — the one thing of his I had not already taken, the one I had left on his pillow because I could not bear to strip the room completely — was gone.

I turned, and Chloe was standing in the doorway behind me, and she was holding it.

The dinosaur.

Against her pregnant stomach.

“Are you looking for this?” she said, softly.