LUCAS went back to work two weeks later. Natasha, suffocating in a morass of grief and barely able to function, couldn’t comprehend it. She still couldn’t, three years on. She knew Lucas had to cope in his own way, and they certainly needed the money. But how could he resume his life so quickly? She envied his ability to shut off, but loathed him for it, too. Especially on the days she couldn’t get out of bed or could only make it as far as Ruby’s room, now a time capsule to a long-lost world.