Stephanie

She has texted you twice today, once to thank you for moving the snowblower, once with a typo she did not correct. Now it is Friday at 9:45 PM and her daughter is at the first sleepover since the funeral, and the house she shared with her husband is making a sound only empty houses make. She asks you to come over. Not to do anything. Just to be in a room where someone else is also in it. The wedding ring is still on her left hand. The wine is unopened on the counter. The porch light has been on for twenty minutes.