And then he was gone, replaced by people she had only seen in photographs. Her parents. And Casey. They were all sitting around a table, eating.
This might have been the worst of it, to actually see her parents. People who had been dead for years, that she barely had any memory of. And there was no Zee to make it all tied together.
"How do you like the roast, Rosalie?" her mother asked. (Her mother never would call her Ro, Ro had always felt.) "And take some more peas."
This wasn't real, Ro had to tell herself, even as she stared at them, marveled at this, her family.