Just thinking of him makes my heart race and my palms sweat. “Is Dan with you?” I ask as I climb out of the closet. Over precariously stacked boxes, overstuffed bags, through the plastic that rustles and clings to me…when I finally break free, I find my sister sitting on the edge of the daybed, peering over Ginger’s shoulder as she flips through the photos. “Caitlin?” I ask, but neither of them look up at me. Brushing dust from my jeans, I want to know, “Have you seen Dan? Cat—”