I swing the front door open to Luke and I’s empty house. Once filled with happiness, chatter, love and youth, but now dark, empty and sullen. After flipping on a few lights, I settle in the kitchen and pull a box of pad Thai out of the fridge—Luke’s. He and I had an obsession with Asian food, Chinese and Thai in particular. It was what we’d eat on the nights we were too lazy to cook. I pop the b...