Traces of Her

Dom walked into the bedroom and paused. He had always liked solitude, but the room suddenly felt so empty. He tugged on his tie and walked into the closet, his eyes pausing at the empty shelves. He should be used to it by now… but he wasn’t. He always stopped short every time he saw how empty they were. It was like a big chunk of his life had been ripped out. There were traces of her everywhere. E