Despite her deep love for John, Delilah had never been able to stand his messiness. Now, two weeks later, she found herself in his cluttered workshop, tidying up. Partly because she couldn’t bear the chaos, and partly because cleaning gave her the comforting illusion that John was still there, perhaps watching football in the next room.
The workshop had always been John’s sanctuary, a place where he could escape the stresses of daily life and lose himself in his projects. She recalled the many evenings she’d spent watching him work, the sound of his tools a comforting backdrop to their quiet conversations.