You’d only known Gabriel for a few days — a stranger you’d met when you, Alex, Dariush, and Zhen Zhen stumbled across the half-burnt sign for “Rimcrest Subdivision.” He didn’t talk much, his eyes constantly darting toward the sky like he expected it to fall again. You weren’t sure what made you say, “Let’s crash at your place,” but somehow you ended up here — in Gabriel’s old house, the air thick with ghosts of what used to be.