I stood there, letting the silence fill the space he left behind.
The garden still visible, unchanged by the chaos inside.
My heart ached for what was lost, for what was taken.
The heater’s low hum a constant companion in my solitude.
“I need to see the lawyer,” I told myself, breaking the silence.
The thought of it was daunting, overwhelming.
But it was something I had to face.
I took another breath, steadying myself.
The room felt slightly less oppressive.
But the uncertainty remained, a shadow in the corner.
