Mara's apartment was very quiet when she got home that evening.
The silence greeted her as it always did.
She closed the door behind her and stood there for a moment before removing her shoes and placed her handbag on the small table beside the entrance before walking farther inside.
Then she walked to the window and pulled the curtains open, watching the city lights for a while before turning away.
After changing into something more comfortable, Mara began putting away the few things she had left out before work that morning.
She folded a jacket and placed it inside her wardrobe, then reached for a stack of papers sitting on the lower shelf.
One of them slipped from her hand.
As she bent down to pick it up, her fingers brushed against the wooden drawer beneath the shelf.
Then she
