Hold Still

“I am still under the floorboards.”

Finding Ingrid's journal under the bed feels like a second chance. It hurts to read her words when she isn't there to explain them.

“I am beginning to measure time in plywood and nails.”

Caitlin trying to rebuild that old treehouse is so quiet and steady. She is literally building a place where she can breathe again.

“The air in my room feels thick and heavy, like it’s made of wool.”

The silence in the house after a suicide is its own character. Everything is still there but nothing feels the same anymore.

Dylan shows up exactly when things feel impossible. Sometimes a new person helps you remember who you used to be.