C14 The Hidden Threads of Mourning

“It’s been a rough day. We just need some space.”

She nodded sympathetically. “I know. I’ll get the room set up for you right away.”

“Thank you,” I stated, my voice slightly above a whisper.

As the maid busied herself preparing the room, I wandered into the residing room and sank onto the sofa. The activities of the day were accomplished time and again in my thoughts