LILA
My arms were exhausted, and my vision kept blurring with tears I hadn't fully cried yet. The luggage wasn't heavy. It just felt that way. I pushed open the bedroom door and stopped.
They'd been in here. Whatever state the room was in when I left, it was worse now. Clothes pulled from drawers, things knocked off surfaces. A deliberate kind of mess, the sort that took effort.
I dropped the luggage and unzipped it. There was nothing else to do but start.
I folded shirts and jeans by feel, tucking them back into the dresser without really thinking. Then came the framed photos. I worked through them one by one, re-hanging each carefully in its spot on the wall. The one Trisha had broken earlier, knocked loose when she'd dumped out my bag, I set on the desk instead. The frame was cracke
