Every day, he had to come in here and see the sink that used to be hers. He had to brush his teeth in here alone, a home that was supposed to be for his family. Tears fell down my face as I looked in the bathroom, seeing a pink, fluffy towel that looked like it hadn’t been touched in a long time.
no wonder he was so depressed. everything remained untouched after they were gone. having to see and feel that reminder of them not here anymore would drive anyone insane.
