The door had been closed for thirteen months. Locked away, like everyone thought if they didn’t look at it, it wasn’t true. Like it didn’t exist. Like he never had a bedroom. Like there weren’t so many moments spent there. Like they were supposed to just forget all of that, pretend it never happened, and just move on. But her brother was still in her heart. And that room, behind that closed door, was part of her brother. The only part still left of him.