The Rights And Duties Of A Mother

The apartment is bare of any ornament.

Hannah had expected to find a shambles, hence the bucket of cleaning supplies in her hand. It's difficult to believe he's lived in this studio for the past six months. The only sign that she's in the right place is a stack of his clothes in the corner, neatly folded. Otherwise, there's none of his personal effects, even in the wastebasket.

Her grief isn't prepared for this. She's a mother, long accustomed to fixing the messes of her children. Finding that his last act had been to clean his room leaves her devastated.