She nods, making a small and miserable sound of agreement. It's just as horrible as when it was Nick, this idea of someone who'd been so present--so precious--reduced to nothing more than a pile of things to be gone through, mementos they might take home with them because it's all they have left. Salem settles on their feet, a small and surprisingly heavy weight, and it feels like being further grounded to the earth.

Everything else Sabrina says is true; she knows it's true, because she knows Charlie, but it doesn't stop what she says next. "But there are people who love him here," she sniffles, her voice cracking on the word before she drags in a long, shuddering breath. "Why do they get him and we don't?"