But the guilt goes even deeper than that. It, too, is dust: Layers and layers of it have accumulated.

“Things That Don't Matter When You've Lived the Same Day Six Times and Died on a…”

“I am now officially married to Fred Hargrove. Nothing will ever be the same.”

“And then we're kissing. His lips are soft and leave mine tingling. I close my e…”

“It's like there's a filter set up in my brain, except instead of making things …”