"Burn it all," Michael spat, looking at the empty cardboard box. "Burn every single thing she touched. Maybe then you will finally become a real man."
He turned around and limped away down the hallway.
I closed the heavy door and locked it. My chest was heaving with heavy breaths.
I hate him, but he was right about one thing. I needed to pack her things away.
I walked over to her large wooden closet. My hands were shaking terribly as I reached out and touched the soft fabric of her favorite blue dress. I pulled it off the hanger and gently folded it.
Tears instantly blurred my vision. It was so painful. Every piece of clothing felt like a heavy stone.
I packed her dresses, her soft sweaters, and her small shoes into the brown box. I packed her favorite books and her hairbrush.
Final
