Michelle glances over at one of the pictures, Tony's arm around her, both of them smiling and casual. Tony had kept a smaller version of the photo in his wallet after they got married the first time. For months she thought she'd never see that man again outside of photos and then the fire came back into his eyes.

It was all gone now.

"That's a good idea," she answers, grateful for the sound of something other than tape ripping off. Tony has - had - his own closet and that will make it easier to sort. After it's cleared she can't imagine ever finding something to fill the space.

"I'll start with the dresser, do you want to handle the closet?"