As Delilah resumed her task, she found a strange solace in the monotonous rhythm of cleaning. She dusted off shelves, sorted through tools, and meticulously organized papers, each motion felt like a small act of love for John. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but her hands never stopped cleaning.
As she worked, memories of their 34 years of marriage flooded her mind. John and Delilah had been best friends, knowing each other so well they could practically read each other’s minds. They had shared every joy and sorrow, every triumph and setback. She thought she knew everything about him. She was about to be proven very wrong, very soon…