SOFIA
The space got smaller.
Not physically. The walls didn’t move, the rooms didn't change, and the ceiling didn't lower. But the distance between things, between people shifted. It was reduced, intentionally and without apology.
It started with a change in routine. Clara didn’t explain it, though by now I knew better than to expect a reason that didn't serve a purpose.
“You’ll remain in the east wing today,” she said as she cleared my untouched breakfast.
“That’s already where I am,” I noted, glancing toward the door.
“You’ll remain there.”
I looked at her, searching for the edge in her voice. “And that’s different how?”
“He will be working there.”
That was it. No elaboration. No adjustment offered. Just a piece of information dropped into the room like a heavy weight. I didn’t
