Tracy’s POV

My phone buzzed one more time. Another text from Aliyah: We’re here whenever you need us. Take all the time you need. Don’t rush to come back.

But suddenly, I knew I didn’t want to take all the time. I didn’t want to stay here in this town full of memories and condolences and casseroles. I didn’t want to spend the next week sorting through my parents’ belongings while everyone looked at me with pity.

I needed to deal with the estate, yes. Pack up the house, ...