The house went quiet the moment the phone rang. One life gone. Then another. Two families, two names, and a hundred questions that will never be answered. Rooms still hold their shadows. Closets still keep their clothes. The chairs at the table stay empty, night after night. Love remains, but nothing feels whol…
The story of Renee Good and Alex Pretti is written now in echoes and absence, in the way their families reach for them in ordinary moments that suddenly hurt. A mug left in the cabinet. A song on the radio. A saved voicemail no one can bring themselves to delete. Their homes have been rearranged by loss, yet the shape of Renee and Alex is everywhere, soft but unshakable.
In time, grief has become less of a storm and more of a weight these families have learned to carry together. They speak their names out loud so memory never slips into silence. They celebrate small joys without pretending the pain is gone. Renee and Alex live on in the stories retold, the kindnesses repeated, and the quiet courage it takes to face each new day without them.