“Emily built a volcano for the science fair,” she said, holding a photograph. “Baking soda reached the ceiling.”
“Was she good at science?” I asked.
“She was great at it and very confident with her experiments.”
We kept several outfits, photographs, a silver necklace, and a soccer medal.
The rest went to the charity with care.
By Friday evening, the room was cleaner but not erased.
The bed remained. So did the faded curtains, several books, framed photographs, and one shelf of objects that told the truth about the girl who had lived there.
Barbara stood in the doorway.
“I thought an empty room would be kinder.”
Anna slipped an arm around her.
