Chapter 15: Closure?
There hadn’t been many boxes left for them to unpack after that. Dad ended up doing them while Nash paced, staring at a picture in his hand from the engagement series he and Sam had taken. Sorting out his feelings was a hopeless cause. What had his frame of mind been when he’d packed this stuff? Why would he torture himself by keeping this smiling photo?
He’d apparently been rational enough when he’d boxed his stuff at Sam’s that he hadn’t missed anything. At least, nothing jumped out at him as being missing. The cookbook Mom had given him, and even his toolbox that had been in the garage had made it through. Dad put the latter with Emmitt’s in the laundry alcove, then quietly broke down the last of the boxes.
“What do I even say to him?” Nash muttered for about the
