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Now, she was twenty-six, sitting in a parking lot outside the storage unit facility where she was supposed to be clearing out the last of her mother’s things. The Civic’s engine hummed, the heater blasting against the December chill. She picked up the jewel case. The plastic had a few hairline cracks. The booklet inside was probably still pristine.

The date on the Post-it was from five years ago. Her mother had lost her battle three months after that note was written. celine dion all the way cd

Her phone buzzed. A text from her dad: “You okay, kid? You don’t have to do it all today.” Now, she was twenty-six, sitting in a parking

The CD case was a battleground.

She didn’t put the CD back in its case. She left it in the player, turned the key, and drove toward the storage unit. She wasn’t going to clear it out today. But she was going to listen to the CD one more time on the drive there. And one more time on the way back. The plastic had a few hairline cracks

She didn’t reply. Instead, she popped open the Civic’s dusty CD player—the one she refused to rip out even though the car had Bluetooth—and slid the disc in.