6. The Age Lost to Time

Returning home after the service, Edith hesitated at her doorstep, her hand lingering on the once-familiar wood of the front door. The threshold, once welcoming, now felt alien, symbolizing a life irrevocably changed. She cast a glance at the quiet street, now draped in evening’s somber tones, before entering the dim foyer. Inside, the house, once a haven of warmth and memories, was pervaded by a deep emptiness. Edith’s eyes moved across the photographs in the hallway, each capturing a frozen moment of the life she and Henry shared. Climbing the stairs with a heavy heart, the silence was palpable. Passing their bedroom, she was enveloped by memories of whispered secrets and the warmth of a love that once filled the room.