“She absolutely would have.”

We didn’t paint that day.

Instead, we moved the bedspread so I could sit comfortably, sorted through a few old school notebooks, and chose two photographs to put in the living room.

We left the rest alone.

The following weekend, I invited Maya over to help me choose a color for a small reading corner downstairs.

I didn’t want to turn Hannah’s bedroom into a shrine or erase it.

I wanted somewhere in the house where memory could belong to daily life.