Spring had turned into summer, and I was beginning to feel settled in as a Los Angelino once again. But my living arrangements needed some attention. At first, moving in with my dad had felt like a way to begin making up for all those years when he was living two thousand miles away and building a life with a new family. I had taken over Adam’s room, partly out of a sense of wanting to help my dad and be with him in that difficult time after Adam’s death, and because I was hoping we would become closer.