The sofa, two matching recliners, an antique lamp. Our bed, the treadmill, my writing desk. Clothes, shoes, and the moccasins I bought on our last road trip. My makeup and hairbrush, his shaver and comb. My shelves of books, read and unread. His coin collection. Our wedding album. Our souvenir magnets and matching football jerseys. My notebooks of first drafts, my pens, my laptop. His tablet and headphones. Missy, the cat. The garage full of his tools and lawnmowers. Our bicycles and camping gear. The red leather boots he was wearing and the cellphone in his pocket. His goddamn fireworks.