Annie let her gaze wander around the living room, so much bigger than the tiny, cozy front room in the little pink house where she'd died.

And somehow she was thinking of this as the biggest change? She shook her head, both at herself and in answer to Jack's rhetorical question. "No, it never is. I think I'm glad of that too, though. I was afraid for a long time that nothing would ever be different for me now, you know?"