I showed Kenneth.

For the first time since the honor walk, we cried and laughed at the same moment without feeling either emotion was disloyal to the other.

PART 13: A Box of Purple Paint Chips

Three weeks after the funeral, I finally opened the door to Hannah’s bedroom.

Before her illness worsened, she’d taped paint samples beside the window.

Purple ones, naturally.

Some looked gray, some blue, and one was bright enough to hurt my eyes.