The same unopened candles stood beside the dining room wall.

A box of programs remained beneath the table.

The shoes Claire had intended to wear were still in their paper wrapping.

At the mediation, each problem had acquired a folder and a next step.

At home, they were part of the rooms where we were supposed to live together.

Claire put the garment bag on a chair.

“What do we do with this?” she asked.

“Keep it somewhere it won’t be damaged.