Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
Bella's sitting on his bed, going through some of the items in a box.
She looks up and sees me, though her features remain composed.
Esme stops in the doorway, fidgets, and asks us if we need anything before walking away.
I'm unbelievably nervous and uncomfortable, yet I know it must be worse for Bella.
I walk slowly to the opposite side of the bed and peer into the box.
Books, CDs, DVDs, and other things are visible.
I take a peek at Bella, and she's staring at a hoodie she's holding, one he used to wear all the time.
I want to give her space, but Esme's request prevents me from simply leaving, so I take a stack of books and move to the opposite side of the room.
Just as I'm about to flip through the titles, Bella starts laughing.