Was folding laundry and found one of Karl's shirts. My hands shook so hard I dropped it. Stared at it on the floor for ten minutes, remembering how he tore my last good bra off, called my tits pathetic. But then... I picked it up. Didn't smell it or cling to it. I just... balled it up and threw it in the donation bin by the curb. My heart was pounding like I'd just run a marathon. It's just a shirt. But it felt like throwing a brick through a window. I can still feel the ghost of his hands on my throat, his cock forcing its way into me. But the shirt is gone. The bin gets picked up tomorrow.