Ivy had left a purple hoodie slung over the back of her desk chair.

Aaron had three library books stacked neatly beside his bed, due back on a date that had long since passed.

I did not move a single thing.

For three years I did not move a single thing, because to move them would be to admit that their owners were not coming back to put them away themselves.

Chapter 3 — The Grief That Changed

People kept telling me, in the careful way people tell you things they hope will help, that grief changes over time.