Abe didn’t say anything for a long moment. “She just disappeared?” he asked finally.
Ava sighed. This is why she hated talking about it. “We were on a trip together,” she said. “In Paris. It was raining. We got in a fight. I thought she would come back, but she never did.”
He didn’t say anything for a while, not until they pulled up in front of the little grey house. It felt like years had passed since she’d last seen it. Maybe they had, depending on how you counted the time spent in the plane.
Abe’s face suddenly paled. “But--they’ve always been there,” he said dumbly. He stared forward and pointed towards the window. It took Ava a moment to realize what he meant, what could be so upsetting--but it was the bottles. The ones they’d come back to retrieve.
They were gone.