(Sloane)
I finished wiping down the kitchen counters and stepped back to look at my work.
The house was finally clean. I'd spent the morning doing a deep clean I'd been putting off for weeks. Kitchen. Living room. Bathroom. Everything.
It felt good. Like I was cleaning out more than just dust and dirt. Like I was getting rid of everything that reminded me of Vaughn.
I grabbed my phone from the counter and checked the time. Almost noon.
My phone rang before I could put it down. Dad.
I answered. "Hey Dad."
"Hey sweetheart. How's your day off going?"
"Good. I've been cleaning all morning. The house looks amazing."
"That's good. Keeping busy?"
"Yeah. It helps me not think about everything."
"Your mother wanted me to check on you. Make sure you're doing okay with the hearing coming u
