Michelle sorted the kitchen. Her heart sank at the clumps of food left on the fine china she remembered from holiday dinners at Phillip’s grandmother’s when they were kids.
Seeing the bottom of the now empty sink, she moved onto the fridge. She almost passed out at the assault on her nose from the rotten food. It wasn’t the only thing to bring tears to her eyes.
Seeing Phillip as he had been over the last few months, not knowing where his mother was, had broken her heart. She did this because she knew he couldn’t.
She didn’t regret it.