Much to my shock, every single item I left in my room at the packhouse is in here, folded neatly, stacked up, and waiting for me to reclaim it. From clothing to shoes, to my boxes of sentimental items, and keepsakes. All has its place and fits neatly in here, taking over an entire cupboard in Colton’s room.

A lump forms in my throat that almost chokes me, and tears sting my eyes with venom and I know I won’t be able to hold them back for long. My emotions take a sudden nosedive, and I cough on a sob trying to escape my throat. My hands tremble as I...