Nathan let out a long sigh and leaned his back against the kitchen counter. He looked around the room, his eyes lingering on the empty corners.
Nathan sat back in the chair, looking exhausted. He watched Viktoria as she moved around the kitchen, her movements so familiar that it made him feel sick in his heart. Finally, he seemed to be coming down from the alcohol-induced haze and had enough clear-headedness to make him feel like himself again.
"I haven't been back here in a long time," Nathan said, his voice barely a whisper. "I moved all her things here after the funeral. I couldn't stand to look at them in the city, but I couldn't throw them away either. It felt like I was burying her twice."
Viktoria stopped what she was doing. She looked at the cupboards, the stone counters, the heavy wooden beams. "Why here?"
