I Can't Pack up Her Things

Technically, I am supposed to pack up a runaway's things. I am supposed to pack them up, and take them to the proctoring company that I work for within two days of the run. I can't bring myself to pack up Trisha's things. She has a laptop, her clothes, shoes, her pictures, her life, down there in my basement room. I don't want her to be gone. I want her to be here, safe, at my house. Packing her up would be admitting defeat. The caseworker says she can't come back. The caseworker is the boss, unfortunately. I know she isn't coming back, but maybe, if I hold on to her stuff, she will come after it, and I can see her again, and say goodbye.