She barely heard Noah, barely felt his presence near her. She continued to pull shirts from the rack, looking... looking. Finally she stopped, still clutching the shirt in her hand. When she looked at Noah and blinked, her eyes were a bit wild, her mind clearly elsewhere. And then Kiley remembered where she was, and who she was with, and her face felt hot, her pulse racing.
"He's dead," she said, as if Noah would know who she was talking about. "They shouldn't have this. All his stuff is gone." Kiley held the shirt up so Noah could see what she meant. "I don't know... he's dead, right?"