Everything reminded me about her: the tidiness, the clothes, even the smells. When I gathered all the important documents she had neatly stored in a f...w folders, I found some old photos. Sara and her mother. Sara and me years ago. My aunty noticed my temporary distress but she didn't say a thing. When I was sure that there was nothing more that I wanted I did one final thing by taking two old stuffed animals from her bedroom, ones that I remembered from years back. I sure felt like crying, but. The clerk took me to a dressing room, which were just heavy curtains. I made small talk as we walked asking her if she shopped there as well since she had about the same measurements as my girlfriend. She joked that they did not normally try things on for customers and we laughed. We stopped outside and I showed her my list and she looked that the shorts I chose smiling. “You may need bigger ones” as she looked me over “Just get one of our attention and we can bring them to you if you need”. Dipti aunty and I caught glances of each other’s eyes as our families bid goodbyes.On the way home, I got a text on my phone. It was from Dipti aunty. My heart raced yet again. I was going to get a stroke at this rate. The text simply read: “Dipti here. I’m going to text you later at night. Don’t respond or text me until I message you first.”I got home, said goodnight to my parents, and patiently waited. 1 AM. 2 AM. 3 AM. I was getting restless now when finally, at 3:30, my phone lit up with a. Buddy would have known better than to try slipping in on me."Whatever you have in your fucking hand drop it and lay down on the floor." As I spoke he attempted to extend his hand holding something. The heavy number four pellets hit him in the chest. He literally flew against the wall, where he covered it with blood. I couldn't see the blood, but I was sure it was there.I knew he was dead or a least no longer a threat so I checked to see if there was anyone else in the house. Someone ran out of.