Monday morning came like any other.
Sylvie sat at the breakfast table, stirring her tea absentmindedly. She hadn’t finished it by the time she pushed the cup aside. The house was quiet, unusually so, and for a moment she considered staying home.
Then she decided against it.
"I’m going to work today," she said more to herself than anyone else.
Ryan, was sitting on the couch near the doorway, looked up. He didn’t question her or comment. He simply nodded and reached for his jacket.
She expected nothing less. She finished her breakfast, pushed her chair back and stood up to go and get ready for work.
They left the house shortly after. The drive was uneventful, the kind of silence that had become normal between them. No tension. No comfort either.
Wilfred Dynamics rose into view as they
