On a random Tuesday morning, with the sun pouring in through the windows, we finally decided to do something we had been putting off for a long time. We decided to turn the guest room into a real home office. It felt like the right time. The room had once been Leo's place to sleep during the worst part of our marriage, when we barely spoke and avoided each other. After that, it became a place where we dumped boxes and things we didn't know what to do with. It wasn't a room anymore. It was a storage space full of forgotten objects and unfinished emotions.
The room felt heavy when we walked in. Not scary, just sad and neglected. It was full of dust and silence. It felt like a physical version of the part of our life we had avoided looking at too closely. We opened the windows wide and let
