Thea:

About a month after the funerals, mom stopped going out. Pretty soon, she stopped talking altogether. The house got so quiet, so I’d come here, to talk to you. I mean, stupid stuff, like what I was doing that day, what boy I had a crush on… and then sometimes, I’d ask you, beg you, to find your way home to me. Now here you are. And the truth is, I felt closer to you when you were dead. Look, I know it was hell where you were. But it was hell here too. You gotta let me in, Ollie. You gotta let someone in.