“I’m sorry, Mom.”
“Today is your death anniversary, but I ended up upsetting you. Okay, let’s stop bringing up things that hurt… Mom, I set up a room for the baby. Will you come see it?”
I held the memorial tablet and slowly walked toward the small room.
But the moment the door opened, I froze on the spot.
The room was in chaos.
The baby clothes I had folded neatly were gone, and the little toys I had arranged on the shelf had vanished too.
My first thought was that a thief had broken in.
I quickly called security to ask what had happened.
The security guard’s voice sounded unsure.
“Ma’am… this… it wasn’t someone from outside.”
“It was Mr. Payne… he had people take everything away.”
I stood frozen, a loud ringing filling my ears.
After hanging up, I opened Maeve’s social media and scrolled through her posts one by one.
Soon, in a few photos that looked casual, I spotted something I knew too well.
The dog in Maeve’s house was wearing the tiny outfit I had bought for my baby.
The once soft fabric had been chewed out of shape, soaked with spit.
On the carpet, torn into pieces, were the toys I had gotten for my baby!