Paityn's POV:
The next morning came and Dee and I are packing the last of my things into the rental car that she got to drive up here to be with me. We both walked back into the apartment and stood there. Everything was gone. All the wall hangings, the pictures, dishes, pots and pans, and towels. The only thing that was left was the furniture. I have movers coming in a few hours while we are at the funeral to take the furniture and store it for a week until I can have them move it into my new place.
"The place looks so different," I told her as we stood there in the living space.
"Is that a good thing?" She asked and I looked over at her.
"Well, I can tell that it was at one time my home. It still feels like him here. I can still smell his cologne sometimes and feel like I can
