Cleaning always made her feel better. There was something about wiping away physical grime that seemed to simply make her entire being seem lighter and cleaner as well. Straightening the house that she owned with Stefan was cathartic in another way. Seeing the things that made up their life, sorting through their shared memories together, allowed her to wrap herself into a cocoon of love. She smiled softly as she sifted through a stack of pictures of them with the people they loved. It wasn’t until she got to a picture of herself with her mother that the tears hit. She hadn’t been prepared for that. The tears were still falling when she heard footfalls approaching her.










