“Your face says it every time I bring anything new into this room.”

She grabbed the scarf, stuffed it into the top drawer of the vanity, and pushed the drawer closed until the latch clicked.

She got into bed, drew the quilt up to her shoulders, and turned her back on the room.

I stood by the closet a moment, looking at the smooth wooden face of the vanity drawer.

The lock had no key, but the dark seam where the drawer met the frame stayed closed.

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