The mug and glasses were where we had left them.

Nothing about their positions explained the days we had been away.

The recovered suitcase waited near the front room, where responders had placed it after the area was safe enough for belongings to be handled.

Its wheel was still broken.

The zipper still needed attention.

I stood beside it for a moment.

“You don’t have to unpack today,” Ruth said.

“I know.”