And you miss the ordinary days more than anything. Marcus looked at her. Yes, he said barely audible. That's exactly it. She put her hand over his the hand with the hair tie in it and held it there.
They sat on the edge of his bed in the quiet while downstairs his house held his family. And he let himself feel everything in that shoe box. The loss, the years, the missing, the love that did not stop being love just because the person was gone. And he did not try to manage any of it. He felt it, all of it.
And Clare sat beside him and held his hand and did not try to fix it or reduce it or move past it. Because she understood in a way that could only come from having carried the same kind of weight. That sometimes the most important thing one person can do for another is simply refuse to look away. After a while, he put the lid back on the box. He put the box back in the closet.
Not because he was hiding it, not because it was as over, but because it was held now and it was okay, and the room it had lived in inside him had finally found its right size real and present and grieved and finished. All for at once, which is the only way grief ever properly resolves. He came back and sat beside Clare. Thank you, he said. For what?
For letting me do that without making it a moment. She looked at him. It was a moment, but you didn't make it one, he said. There's a difference. She understood what he meant.
She leaned her head against his shoulder. From downstairs, Darius's voice clear and laughing at something Maya said. Kesha's response. The clink of Miss June finishing the dishes. An ordinary evening.
An extraordinary ordinary evening. 3 days later, Marcus came home from work to find a note tucked into the handle of his back door. Paper folded once. He opened it. Claire's handwriting.
Just two lines. The fence needs another board on the south end. I thought you should know. Also, I made chili. Come over when you're ready.
Marcus read it twice. He went inside, changed out of his workclo, grabbed his jacket, and went next door. She opened the door before he knocked. How'd you know? He said, "I heard your van," she said.