She went to examine the shed. It looked clean.
Of course, it was a mess, breaking down from the stress of years out in these conditions. But it was clean.
And to think, just last night her life had been shattered by what she had found there; her sister had died. More than died, committed suicide.
She had bawled her eyes out over it, cried an impossible amount of tears, cried until she had no tears left.
And then she had cleaned it all up, somehow. She didn’t want her sister’s memory tainted, and she didn’t want them to know the undignified way she had gone, all because of him.
From Madison Woods‘ blog.