My 5 y.o. son d!ed in 2020. My good friend kept telling me, “You need to move on,”

my son’s photos covering all her walls.Some of them, I couldn’t even recall sharing with her.

Then, to my shock,I found some of his clothes on her sofa,

alongside a box containing his shoes and socks.The whole scene felt disturbingly eerie.

When I asked how she had gotten there,she told me that my husband had given them to her.

It’s true my husband and I had decided to pack awaymy son’s belongings as part of moving forward,

but I never imagined he had given them to her. I started shaking.I knew she had loved him deeply—she had always longed for a child of her own—

but this felt like an unhealthy obsession.Without another word, I grabbed the box and left.That was the last time I ever saw her.

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