The new room was just three doors away from his own.
As I was moving my stuff over on Friday afternoon, I found myself counting things, you know, like people do when they're trying to make something feel normal, even when it doesn't feel that way at all. So, I counted the doors - three of them. And the corridor, it was maybe twelve feet long. What really got me, though, was how close everything was now. My old room and his room used to be on opposite sides of the house, with a whole floor plan between us, but now it was just those twelve feet and three closed doors. It was a big change, and it felt weird, like I was trying to get used to a whole new layout, a new way of living. I mean, before, we had all that space, and now, it was like we were right on top of each other. I wasn't sure ho
