Tag: loss of a twin x 1

Two screws, a bundle of twine and a pair of scissors already long forgotten...

The underside of Caleigh's bed held a number of hidden items, but all of them would likely remain in their places as the woman had made no movement to lift her head from the cool wooden ground in the hour that she had laid there. Her gaze flit over the empty space beneath the frame, the thin wafting cobwebs that needed to be removed, the lingering scent of new linens from this morning's change over.  That sinking feeling in her chest was overwhelming tonight, and it would quickly come to tears. She'd wait for them, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to move after that.

It was a terrible feeling, knowing that when you speak your words are often...