After her mother's death, a teenage girl is set adrift in a new state where she knows no one.
Finally alone, she dropped her suitcase and crossed the cold wooden floor to the unfamiliar bed. Dust curled up around her feet in the dark. She rolled onto the mattress and watched the ceiling. She dragged her fingertips along the quilt, and her mind filed away the texture. Simple thoughts. Registry of sensation. Nothing complicated, nothing complex. The darkness, the coolness, the bed. After a while, the sounds of an uncle she barely knew faded and the whole house stilled. She didn’t unpack. She didn’t even change or move. She fell asleep in the clothes she’d worn to the funeral. Right down to the glossy black flats.