I wish it was night so I was tired and could go to sleep, she thought.

Harper lay down for five minutes without moving. She thought about sneaking downstairs to grab the charger. She realized she would have to, eventually. She got up and sat at the edge of the bed and looked at the bedroom door. A clean, white door, in a white room. It looked too intimidating to open. Harper stood up and turned the lights on. She decided to occupy herself in the room by being nosy and going into the closet where Amelia kept a bunch of boxes.

All of the boxes were identical white cardboard boxes with matching white lids. She took the tallest one off the top, and it was heavier than she expected, and she managed it to the ground with a thud. Harper sat down next to it and popped the top off. It was full of clothes. At the top, a series of sweaters, all cable knit, and mostly earth tones. Wide-necked, women’s sweaters, in forest green, tan, gray, and purple. A little too big for her, Harper thought, but that would be fashionable. She could wear it with a shoulder out. She looked at the tags and saw they were relatively new brands, and Harper realized really quickly that she was holding Amelia’s dead daughter’s clothes.

Harper felt a guilty panic as she thought about trying them on. She stood up and peeked in the rest of the boxes. Jeans. Graphic T-shirts with either cartoons or superheroes on them. Leggings. Shorts. It was all here. Harper listened carefully. She couldn’t hear Amelia moving around.

She scooted one box to the door to block it if Amelia opened it and began to try on the sweaters. She looked in the mirror and adjusted her body to different angles. She didn’t even feel guilty about it. As she put them on, she thought about Amelia’s daughter, Edi. Her mom, Rose, had told her a little about Edi when she told Harper of her plan to get her out of town for a while.