There's stuff everywhere, with boxes all over the place. Leo follows me around and looks around saying, "Your mom had so much stuff," while pulling out a box from a stack. I check the label - it says "Ava's clothes" on the front.

Leo opens it and pulls some clothes out, looking at me while I'm checking everything out. It all feels so familiar. I remember where everything used to go in our house, even the marks I made on some of the furniture.

"We could probably take ...