drifted upstair

e walls, the same white furniture. But something was wrong. It fel

t. The shelv

photos of us at my Georgetown graduation, the sil

on my dresser. I floated toward i

ear on my birthday, from the time I was eleven. "So you can always

or his mission, he was systematically removing

It wasn't the ache of unrequited love. It was

eplace, cold and empty. With a surge of spiritual ene

urn. He had already taken care of that. So I b

ire die down to s

his face tight with annoyance. "What's

ver the empty shelves. He didn't seem to notice

e I could manage, my voice

me old things. They w

couldn't understand what he was seeing,

n the house down. Molly and I are having dinner. Yo

him, leaving me alone in the empty room with