I looked around, at the familiar walls.
They had seen so much, held so many memories.
Now they felt like they belonged to someone else.
The heater’s hum continued, a reminder of the passage of time.
“I have to do this,” I repeated, a mantra of sorts.
There was no other choice, not now.
The finality of it all was inescapable.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.