I tuck the diary in my bag and then hesitate when I see the cactus. If I leave it here, it’ll be thrown away or damaged. I can’t bear the thought of that. Grabbing the plant, I carefully place it in my bag, as well. I will leave it at Rita’s grave. A housewarming gift and a goodbye gift.

As I’m walking out of the study, I see a stack of magazines lying untouched in a corner of the room. I stare at them for a full minute before realizing why they are standing out to me so much. Rita read ...