Inside that room, time had stopped. Dust coated everything — from a child’s bed to a hanging solar system, tilted planets still suspended in stillness. Neatly folded children’s clothes lined the drawers, untouched. It was a boy’s room, preserved like a shrine. Claire moved through the house with reverence, uncovering fragments of a family frozen in heartbreak.
Photos revealed a smiling boy, a happy father — and then, a gap where memories stopped. Among the quiet tragedy, Claire realized this home wasn’t just filled with garbage and decay… it was filled with love, loss, and a mother’s quiet pain that no amount of cleaning could ever truly erase.