The framed photo of Hulda holding Miles that used to sit on the nightstand was gone, replaced by a glamorous portrait of Sylvie.
The elegant preserved flowers Hulda used to keep by the windowsill had vanished, swapped out for a tacky pile of sunflower ornaments and plush toys.
It was the exact same room, but everything about it had changed.
Miles stood there for a long time, scanning every corner, but couldn't find a single shred of evidence that his mother had ever existed in this house.
When Sylvie had redecorated a new bedroom for Finn, she had taken the opportunity to completely overhaul the master bedroom as well.
Just like she had done with the study, she packed up every single item belonging to Hulda and banished it to the basement.
Because the renovations were extensive—she had even repainted the walls—Sylvie hadn't actually moved into the room yet.
Wiping away his tears, Miles stared at the sterile, unfamiliar space.
An unprecedented wave of grief swallowed him whole. In that moment, he felt as if the entire world had abandoned him.
Sobbing, he trudged back to his room and dug his phone out of the bedsheets. His small thumb hovered trembling over his mother's contact name.
He had hung up on her earlier today. Would she even answer if he called back?
The last time he asked her to come home and cook, she refused. Would she come back this time?
Frowning deeply, his vision blurred with fresh tears. As he tried to blink them away to see the screen clearly, his thumb accidentally tapped the call button.
"Ah!" He yelped, fumbling nervously with the phone, his heart secretly pounding with the desperate hope that she would pick up.
Instead, it rang only once before instantly disconnecting.
A second later, an automated text message popped onto his screen.
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