Olivia packed the last box of clothing and finally slumped into the couch of the living room. Her eyes scanned the now empty shelves that had stored her mother's precious belongings. She'd loved to collect those little sculptures but looking at them, reminded Olivia of all the fun times they'd shared choosing them on their travels. She sighed. It was better to pack them and put them in storage than let them sit somewhere to collect dust. Maybe someday when she settled and bought a house of her own, she would put them on the shelves again... and not feel so broken about it.
"It's done," she murmured, her voice tinged with exhaustion and sadness which made her wince. It had been a month since her mother had gone from the world, and she hadn't been able to get herself to come over here and pack her things.
Isabella reached out a hand, gently squeezing Olivia's shoulder. "You did well, Liv. Its alright. Aunty is always going to be with you..."
