A drawer in the hallway held matches and candles. She grabbed both and placed them on the basement shelf, beside the blanket pile she’d already arranged. Once she had gathered all the supplies she could remember, she turned to head back upstairs for one last sweep of the rooms.
As Maya reached the living room, she glanced toward the fireplace and spotted the photograph. A picture of her and Albert from years ago, taken near a lake resting on the mantle of the fireplace. She walked over, picked it up gently, and held it close for a moment.