“Come on, honey, let’s go get your things from the car,” Rory said. “This is everything.” I started checking out the photos on the wall to my left. They continued all the way up the stairs to the second floor. I could see Tara in most of them. It took a minute before I realized that Rory wasn’t moving. I looked back to him; he was frowning. “This is everything?” he asked with an edge of disbelief. “A duffel bag of clothes and a box of stuff? That’s everything you own?”
