Today she wore a white silk dress I’d found tucked in the back of Daniel’s closet two months ago. He’d told me it was a gift for his sister.

Dangling from Vanessa’s earlobes were my grandmother’s pearls.

At their feet sat two large, scuffed suitcases. Mine.

Lily stopped walking, her small fingers tightening around my hand.

Noah hid behind my leg, his thumb slipping into his mouth — a habit he only fell back on when the air in a room turned toxic.

“Daniel?” I breathed, my heart stuttering against my ribs. “What is this?”