The Things we Never Became ByPrachi GurjarPART IIITHE SUMMER OF DISAPPEARINGCHAPTER 13CLOSED CURTAINSIt is worth saying, plainly, that not everything in those weeks moved toward healing in a straight line.For every afternoon Anaya spent on the veranda shelling peas and asking her mother gentle questions about old wanting, there were other afternoons, quieter and less generous, when she simply pulled her curtains shut at noon and stayed in bed until the room had gone the particular grey of evening, not reading, not drawing, not doing anything at all except lying there with her phone face down beside her, letting the hours