“Did you take things that didn’t belong to you?”
“I wanted to…I thought about it, but never did. I respected you too much. It almost killed me to leave things behind when I left. A Stephen King paperback. One of your watches. Your TV remote. A spatula. Coins on your dresser in your bedroom. A bar of soap you had on your bathroom sink. Aspirin. One of your shoes. I left all those things behind, deciding that I could visit them again and again and again, knowing that I could see, touch, smell, and enjoy them on my next visit. My visits continued in March and April. They made me happy. Content. I was so pleased to see you and your things. You had become a part of me.”
“I didn’t know,” I whisper. “I had no idea.”
“Then…then you did your own trespassing. Which confirmed that you liked me, th
