When I turn around, I see a sweatshirt folded on the end of the bed. It’s a Montana State University sweatshirt, in blue and gold, and when I pick it up and smell it, it smells like Remington. “He gave me his shirt,” I mutter before burying my nose in it once more. It’s definitely seen better days, so it’s obviously something that he once wore often. I absolutely love it.
