Time passes

I don’t understand what’s happened. For the past couple of days it’s felt like Abby is still in the house. It’s not like she’s walking down the hall or standing at the window, but just here. It’s not eerie, and I don’t feel like I’m seeing things out of the corner of my eye — nothing like that. No unexplained sounds or things misplaced. It just feels like she’s not really gone.

And it feels as if we’re at rest. As if things have settled where they should be. As if she and I are both okay now.

But this isn’t exactly it, either.