“It is our house now”, he protested, “this is our chance for a house of our own” he stroked her growing tummy.
She took all that was left by the Others, clothes, photos, toys, even a mouldy lollypop saved behind a bed for later, threw it on a pile out back, lit it and walked back inside.
“Odd”, she though as she watched the flames, “that was easier then I thought.”