“I don’t think that I can do this, Sophie,” Ava said, dropping an armload of flattened boxes on Jessica’s living room floor.
“I know, babe, but we have to.” Sophie gave Ava's shoulder a gentle squeeze. Ava looked at Sophie through large, shimmering eyes while battling to keep the flood gates closed. “It’s just, I don’t know, real, I guess. Not that it wasn’t real before but, you know.” Ava took a deep inhale of breath in an attempt to steady her voice and sank into the couch. “This is all her stuff, her life. It meant something to her. She was supposed to be here, recovering, but now I’m here to throw her life into boxes and drag it to the tip. It’s not right.”
“Oh, honey. I know it’s not easy. It’s one of the hardest things you will ever have to do. Jessica was a pain in the arse as f
