all ended, my heart

ce hoarse. "We need to

I was thinking of clearing it out this weekend.

here Daisy laugh

. I didn't say an

t still lingered on her stuffed bear, her

opy of "The Velveteen Rabbit," a box of colorful rocks sh

se. It was our place, mine and Daisy's. We' d spent hours there

ne mansion, his car was in

drink in his hand. Casey was laughing, leaning towa

s, something bright. It fe

as I walked i

ered for a second.

just s