She kept looking at the sink, wondering if she should clean the few dishes that were in it. She remembered Martha cleaning things after Jonathan had died and her father after cancer had finally taken her mother. Wasn't that what people were supposed to do after someone they loved died? It seemed that was all she could remember anyone doing. Even after Chloe had supposedly died that first time years ago, she remembered the General coming to tell her at school and how the principal had begun picking up the clutter on his desk at the news and Chloe hadn't even been related to him. Maybe it was a coping mechanism, but Lois had never been a cleaner, and even then she couldn't quite bring herself to tidy up the little bit of mess. Not when it was a connection to her baby cousin.
"That doesn't make sense," she finally said, turning around to look at him and fighting back tears. She didn't want to cry, not yet at least. "Chloe can't heal people and if she could then wouldn't she be alive?"
None of it made any sense, but then she supposed that death rarely did.