my son’s photos covering all her walls.

Some of them, I couldn’t even recall sharing with her.

Then, to my shock,

I found some of his clothes on her sofa,

alongside a box containing his shoes and socks.

The whole scene felt disturbingly eerie.

When I asked how she had gotten there,

she told me that my husband had given them to her.

It’s true my husband and

I had decided to pack away

my son’s belongings as part of moving forward,

but I never imagined he had given them to her

. I started shaking

.I knew she had loved him deeply—

she had always longed for a child of her own—

but this felt like an unhealthy obsession.

Without another word, I grabbed the box and left.

That was the last time I ever saw her.