“Then, it is everything to you,” he says, glancing at me. I smile. “It used to be. I don’t think that’s the case anymore. It gets claustrophobic if I spend too long here.” Maybe that’s why it took me the longest time to cope with my mother’s death. I was trapped in this house, where everything reminded me of her. My mom was the life of it, and when she died, it was as though everything died with her—including me. “Is that why you decided to move away to college?” Ace asks. “I guess that’s part of the reason. I needed to get away. To remind myself that there’s something out there for me, and my
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