Chapter 3

When Nathan wasn't home, I'd blast music as loud as I could.

He was the quiet type, but I was all about the action.

It was like the music could fill the space and make the house feel less lonely.

I was getting ready to check into the hospital for the final goodbye.

I started packing up everything at home, one thing at a time.

On the windowsill sat an unfinished castle, with the top left corner still missing.

When I thought about why I never finished it, I couldn't help but feel a little silly.

Back then, Nathan was…