The door yielded noiselessly. Andrew stepped in through the gap into the empty room. A light morning breeze ruffled the curtains through the open windows. Soft golden sunlight streamed in through the same way, illuminating the room with a golden glow.
Pausing at the doorway, he admired the room. Macy’s sensitive and delicate touch everywhere.
Mace… my love… my life…
Andrew made his way to the cupboard at the end of the room, his feet marveling at the soft caress of the carpet under his feet. Passing by their family portrait wall, he paused again. He raised a hand to the picture of his wife’s belly, the vinyl surface like he used to the warm flesh. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he remembered Macy’s beautiful smile that particular day.
The serenity in the room suddenly feels oppressive, stealing the air in his lungs and pinching his throat closed. Andrew knows that he is about to break into tears again. Every time he enters this room alone, memories are tempted to choke him.
