Evening Woman’s Story

Our son’s bike tire went flat. I wanted to go get the pump, which was always lying around in the garage. I never go in there. It’s not my area of ​​expertise. But that day, I went.

 

And then, as I opened the door… a shiver ran through me.

 

His tent. His boots. His headlamp. His sleeping bag. Everything was there. Perfectly packed. Covered with a white sheet. Untouched.

 

I stood there for a few seconds, staring at the scene. A strange emptiness in my stomach…

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