It’s been one week. One excruciating week since Miller drove away. One week since I’ve started correcting Max every time he saw a picture of her and called her Mama. One week since I started using the pillow she slept on in my bed instead of my own, praying that her sweet scent will somehow embed itself into the fibers and stay forever. One week since this world I created, this little family I could finally claim as my own, dissolved, leaving me and my son with only each other once again.
