"You'll find some," Eden says. "But we never take enough." She used to take pictures of Luke all the time, sneaking them on her phone, laughing when he laughed at her. If that made her seem overly sentimental, she didn't care. She's lost too many people and taken too few pictures, and some of the memories stick, but others fade and vanish, no matter how hard she might try. She tells herself stories. She wants to get on with her life, to keep living, but that doesn't keep her from looking back through old pictures and missing him like it's all her heart knows how to do.

"Still, she'll be glad you have any. Keep telling her the stories. Little things. Anything."