Chapter 4

The sound of me slamming the door set off the motion-sensor light in the entryway.

I burst into my room, rifling through drawers and tossing clothes around like I'd completely lost it.

The delicate figurine perched on the top shelf of my bookcase, the pink hoodie Joseph once gave me buried deep in the closet, the faded movie ticket stubs in the drawer—anything and everything with Joseph's mark, I shoved them all violently into a cardboard box.

With a loud crash, a glass jar of stars fell from the bookshelf, and broken glass scattered everywhere.

It was the stars Joseph…