When Claire agreed to clean the home of a reclusive woman, she expected dust, clutter, and maybe a few cobwebs — not the unsettling sense of a life frozen in time. But as she sifted through the mess, she discovered a stack of old birthday cards that unraveled a quietly devastating truth.
My phone buzzed as I packed my cleaning caddy. Another day, another home that needed scrubbing. I wedged the phone between my shoulder and ear while checking my microfiber cloths.
