“It doesn’t,” I answered.

Derek had installed shelves in Lily’s room.

I remembered standing in the doorway while he held a level against the wall, feeling relieved that one more thing had become someone else’s task.

Amanda looked down at her hands.

“Then he wanted us to buy a new home together.

He said we shouldn’t keep living in a place that reminded me of my marriage.”

I had heard a version of that sentence.