I had spent too long living inside the worst night of my life.

I wanted to learn the shape of days that had nothing to do with it.

PART 23: The Little House with the Blue Door

A year after the fall, Piper and I moved into a smaller house on a tree-lined street.

It had three bedrooms, a modest garden, and a front door painted the bright blue Piper selected from a row of samples.

There were no marble floors, no staff schedules, and no guests who arrived expecting to be entertained.