After We Got Married, I Moved Into My Husband’s House — Then Our Neighbor’s Dog Exposed What He Was Hiding Behind the Locked Basement Door

“She would have wanted someone to use these,” he said, folding a stack of scarves. “She hated waste.”

It was the first time he’d talked about her like she was a person, not a memory to be preserved.

By Monday, the basement was almost empty.

Only some keepsakes and a few miscellaneous items remained.

Things Ethan might want someday.

I didn’t know what we would become.

But I knew one thing: if we were going to move forward, it would be with the doors open or not at all.

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