Now, with John gone, the workshop was eerily silent. The usual sounds of activity, the clatter of tools, and John’s gentle humming were all absent, replaced by a haunting stillness. Delilah felt the weight of the silence pressing down on her, amplifying the emptiness in her heart.
Delilah sighed, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle into her bones as she continued cleaning John’s workshop. The physical labor was tiring, but it was the emotional toll that truly wore her down. Each item she picked up seemed to carry a piece of John’s spirit, making it harder to let go.