Book Three

Erin moved in on a Saturday. Her bags sat on the hallway floor for three days because putting them away meant believing she was staying.

​

She was staying. Matt's cortado every morning, his thumb on her scar in his sleep. Jules's pillows, Jules's blankets, Jules's quiet insistence that every surface Erin sat on was arranged for comfort, whether Erin asked for it or not. A bed with three pillows.

A house that had learned to hold three people.