Alison walked around the apartment assessing what should be shipped off to Jeff’s family back east, and which items should be donated to charity - awful decisions to be making on a Friday morning when it felt like the rest of the world would be busy looking forward to the weekend.
Looking forward was something she couldn’t imagine ever doing again.
She went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, and while filling up the kettle she saw Jeff’s favourite mug waiting to be washed, dried coffee inside, sitting in the sink.
Alison picked it up, closing her eyes and, though she knew she would never see him again, in her mind she watched Jeff getting out of bed early in the morning, getting dressed, drinking his coffee, kissing her before he went out the door.
She pressed the mug to her lips and, for the first time, she began to say goodbye.