Kali:
I thought turning that doorknob would be the hardest part of going into the house.
It wasn't.
It was the little breadcrumbs left in every corner of the place that reminded me of their existence.
That was the hardest part.
The three coffee mugs in the sink and the socks next to the hamper, tangible evidence of their existence, were the most difficult aspects of being here, the most painful reminder of my loss.
I angrily dug in the hampers until I found every t-shirt or jacket.
I had spent hours searching for anything with their scent. Everything I found was now piled on our bed, where I had created a nest of grief.
I had sewn together a tiny piece of them. I had balled it, twisted it, and rolled in it until I was covered in something that seemed to dull the memory of their
