Throughout the week, Betty found herself wandering into Michael's bedroom on countless nights, tears streaming down her face as she reminisced about the times Michael was home.
Some nights, she lay alone on his bed, sobbing until sleep overtook her, and she spent the entire night in Michael's room.
Betty had Michael stand on the floor while she rummaged through the closet for his clothes.
Every so often, she glanced back at him, as if fearing he might slip away when she wasn't looking.
She picked out several items for him, including underwear, and then led him towards the bathroom.
Once there, she placed the clothes on a shelf and turned on the faucet, filling the bathtub with water.
"Take a good bath and change into these clothes. I'll wash your clothes after you're done," Betty said before leaving the bathroom.
She closed the door behind her and settled down on the sofa, waiting for Michael to finish his bath.