☕ The Morning Everything Shifted
That morning, I sat at the kitchen table, clutching a cup that said “World’s Best Mom.” Lily had given it to me on Mother’s Day.
I couldn’t drink the coffee.
I couldn’t move.
The fog outside matched the fog in my head.
Then I heard it.
Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
At first I ignored it.
Baxter — our golden retriever mix — preferred the garden. He barked when he wanted in.
But this wasn’t barking.
It was frantic scratching.
“Baxter?” I called softly.
The scratching paused. Then came a sharp bark — the kind he only made when something was wrong.
I opened the door.
He stood there, eyes wide, tail stiff.
And in his mouth…
Yellow fabric.
🧥 The Impossible Sweater
My breath stopped.
“Baxter… is that…?”
He stepped forward and placed it gently at my feet.
It was Lily’s yellow sweater.
The one she was wearing the day she died.
My knees nearly gave out.
“This isn’t possible,” I whispered.
I bent down, trembling.
Baxter snatched it back.
Then he turned — and ran.
🌾 The Shed at the Edge of the Property
I didn’t think. I followed.
Through the gap in the old wooden fence Lily used to slip through during summer.
Across the damp vacant lot.
Baxter paused every few steps, making sure I followed.
He led me to the old shed at the far edge of the property.
The door hung crookedly.
Inside, sunlight filtered through warped planks.
And in the corner…
A nest.
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