Leonel
After a stressful day at work, I returned home to unwind. I pushed open the front door and the sound of the door clicking shut was therapeutic.
The house was unusually quiet. Miracle was perched on the couch in the living room, sitting rigid as a board with her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Like someone in a trance, her gaze seemed fixed on a distant point a million miles away.
"No homecoming greeting?" I teased. When she lifted her gaze, a flash of a smile flickered across her face, failing to reach her eyes.
“Welcome back. How was your day?”
I shrugged out of my jacket and sank beside her. “Work’s a b***h lately.”
She offered a tight nod and seemed very guarded, screaming that something was off. Her gaze darted around. I could sense that there was more to her sadness,
