I went back home to see what they had done to Everett Square. What Noah had told me was true - they'd torn down the community center. It was old, it needed to go. I didn't understand why they'd left half the building, though; the house annex was there but had been burned. Black wood like charcoal under my feet.
I showed Patrick what had been the kitchen. The kids played on the crumbling steps. Pat reached up to hold my hand while I stood on the blackened table, the one thing left. He pretended to kiss me through what used to be a window, but our lips did not touch. My hair was longer, and I knew he liked it.