For years, she has kept this house. It has been her refuge, even in its disrepair. Every corner, every nook, and every warm, sunlit spot is filled with memories—reminders that this was once a home full of life and joy and happiness. But right now, its emptiness is a bitter reminder that she’s the only one left. That if the shadows swallowed her whole, it wouldn’t matter at all because there’s no one here to mourn her.
