“Without Ash's solid presence, the apartment felt empty, hollow. Like her. She held up her hands to the light, half-expecting to see straight through them, their substance gone.

Unable to settle, she drifted from room to room, running her fingers along the walls and doors. Solid walls. Solid doors. No escaping them or the shadows of her mind. Not until she laid her sister's memory to rest.”

--Brittle Shadows