Diane finishes drying her hair and places her headband in her hair, smiling softly at herself in the mirror.

“Tarts,” she says, calling to the bedroom, “do you want to watch a movie tonight?”

No response. She rolls her eyes and repeats the question. No response.

She peeks her head into the bedroom. Wind blows through the empty space, entering through the exited window.

Diane walks over to the bed and sits on its edge, knowing what's there.

Left on the pillows:

a letter

and

a single pale rose.