This week feels like I’m living a roller coaster—or a series of them, one after the other, without time to get off in between. It’s after midnight when I round the house, guitar in tow, headed for Eddie’s converted tour bus. I spend a lot of time in here with Eddie, but it’s different on my own. I’m surrounded by memories, by history, but tonight when I take a seat on the couch, it’s just me and the incredible instrument under my hands. Is there any part of my life Emily doesn’t touch anymore? I play song after song, and while I play, I think. About me, about her, about...