After long minutes, he finally staggered to his feet and made his way to the master bedroom. He pushed the door open gently, almost as though asking permission to enter. Everything was exactly as Karina had left it. Her perfumes lined up on the vanity, her jewelry carefully tucked away, their photo on the nightstand. He walked toward the closet, hesitant. When he opened the doors, her scent hit him like a punch to the gut.

Her clothes were still there, neatly arranged, some with the tags still