Mother and Daughter.

Stella stares at the empty side of the bed that had been scattered by her husband very early that morning, basically less than ten minutes ago.

She uses her hands to touch the side and it's very cold to the touch, just likes he's been to her for over two weeks since Price had died.

Something is bugging him and she knows it, her deep subconscious knows what it is too but she doesn't want to admit it... It'll ruin them all.

She pushes herself up from the bed and heads downstairs to get some things done. There's basically nothing to be done. She's not hungry and neither does Reese take breakfast before going to work lately so she doesn't need to wake up early to cook for anyone.

All she's been busying herself with is house chores, doing house chores on end, cleaning places that aren't dirty and all of that. She's even taken up gardening as a pastime and while working a garden, she can take a rest and let her mind wander with the sunshine shining on her face, warming her face and warming