It’s nearly three weeks after the funeral before Alex wakes up one morning to the smell of freshly made pancakes wafting in from the kitchen. She opens her eyes slowly, blinking several times as her mind tries to clear itself from its slumber. As she sits up, rubbing a hand over her face, her eyes land on the clock that sits next to her bed and her heart sinks as she sees that it’s only seven o’clock in the morning.

She lets out a groan as she runs a hand through her hair, pulling it away from her face as she looks back over toward the hallway which leads to...