Adrian went on as if nothing had happened, continuing his routine of moving between home and the company as usual. But the house was eerily quiet, so quiet it felt unsettling.
Because of that, he began attending more and more social gatherings. He didn't want to return to that empty house. Alcohol dulled the nerves, or so people said; but for him, it did the opposite.
He went a whole night without sleep, Claire's face filling his mind.
He could no longer hear Claire's daily "Welcome home, Adrian," nor the way she would chase after their daughter, pleading to play together.
Sometimes Adrian came home late from work or engagements. And she would still be waiting in the living room, always keeping a light on. "So, Adrian will know the way home when he sees the light."
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