“...she was still in love and didn't know what to do with all this love of hers. There was so much of it, and it was so messy: leaking, spilling, tumbling out of her, like stuffing falling out of an old rag dol that was coming apart at the seams. If only she could box up her love, as she was attempting to do with his possessions.” LoveDeath Of A Loved OneAlex MichaelidesThe Maidens Book:The Maidens Source: The Maidens