“When he handed back the keys and left for good, there would be no sign at all that he'd ever been there. Maggie wondered absently if it would be the same with her house. Once the hired bed and the recliner had gone, once the tangible signs of Marco had all been removed, would he be gone forever? Or would he linger, like a hobbling ghost, forever on the edge of her vision as age tried to settle back into her everyday?”