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.
