One week after lily's dealt. The house felt different when we came home from the hospital. Everything looked the same, but the air felt heavy, like grief had settled into the walls.

Lily's coffee mug was still on the kitchen counter from yesterday morning. Her book was open on the couch where she'd left it. The twins' toys were scattered around the living room from their last playtime with Grandma.

I stood in the doorway, unable to move forward.

"Ava," Dominic said gently, "come sit ...