◇Dean◇
With a heavy heart, Dean stepped into the room he had once shared with Kate; he hadn't set foot inside since that accident.
And had strictly forbidden anyone from cleaning it
She was gone…her clothes, belongings, everything that made the room hers. Stella had come by and packed all away.
He missed her… God, he missed her so much.
The kids cried and asked for her every day.
He felt helpless. How was he supposed to explain to a six years old and three years old that their mother had left the house and would never go back?
Dean sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly, he reached for her pillow, pulling it to his chest. He inhaled deeply, and Kate's scent still printed there.
He eyes landed on a small diary hidden under the pillow. his heart stuttered as he picked up. It
