The slippers were there every time she turned around. Taunting her. Reminding her of what she had lost. Of the child who no longer drove her to distraction. Instead, her house reverberated with the sound of silence. It had been six months and she missed him more every day. She hadn’t known it was possible to physically ache for someone. It couldn’t be normal to feel this bad, surely? She should be feeling better by now. Everyone had told her she would. Instead, she spent every day clock-watching, counting down the minutes until it was time for the school run.
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