“But you love that house.” “I do, yes, but it holds so many memories of Monty.” “Isn’t that good?” I reason. “In many ways, yes, it can be of great comfort . . .” She pauses, then gestures around her. “But life isn’t a museum, Nell. I don’t want to live in the past.” My protests fall silent. “I don’t want to spend whatever time I have left looking backward. I want to look forward. To new things. New places. New adventures. Otherwise I’m just living a life where a part of me is missing.”
