“Two days’ worth. The closet, a storage cabinet, and some boxes in the attic.”
Barbara looked at me carefully.
“Because I owe you more than an apology. And because Anna is right. We should sort what can be donated, but we should not empty the room completely until David sees it.”
Barbara pressed her lips together.
Then she whispered, “It’s been so hard going back into that room.”
“You won’t open it alone this time.”
That afternoon, Patterson joined us.
Emily’s room was not preserved like a museum, as I had imagined.
Dust covered the dresser, the curtains had faded, and boxes filled the closet and lined one wall.
Barbara sat on the bed while we worked.
