Then It All Went To Hell

Kiera's POV

“Hey mum.” I called quietly when I entered the shop a while later.

The shop was painfully bare. Only the rusty old sink was left and even that was under a tarp.

“What happened to the cabinets?” I asked of the four brown wood that had been above and below the sink. Mum couldn’t have removed them on her own. She was just a few feet taller than me, and even with a stepstool, she would have needed a hammer at least to break the wood to pieces and pack them out.

“They were old and rusty, so I took a hammer to them. It was exhilarating.” She murmured wistfully.

Ookay, I so did not want to know what she had been imagining when she bashed the hundred year old wood to pieces.

Well, I didn’t want to know, but I couldn’t but hope that it was Frank’s face she had been imagining.

“Wao. You have been hard at work mum.” I praised, treading deeper into the shop. It was bare, but also clean of any and all debris.