There are signs of him everywhere in the house: an old cap, his tools, his muddy work boots next to their double bed, his deodorant, an ashtray with cigarette butts.
The house itself is sparsely furnished – they hadn’t got around to buying a lounge suite yet.
But they had big plans for the life they’d have together. He wanted to build a braai area in the backyard from wooden pallets and he wanted a rose garden. And she wanted to fill the house with children one day.
