The silence in my house, after Lily left, was maddening. It was so loud that it seemed to roar in my ears.
I paced across the living room of my apartment like a restless ghost even though my legs felt too heavy for me rj use and walk. The light overhead buzzed faintly and casted an unforgiving glare on everything around me.
Everything in my house felt too bright. Too clean. Too fake. The beige walls looked paler than usual and looked almost sterile. It was as if the walls belonged to a hospital.
The cushion I had hurled on earlier seemed to look at me like a wounded animal. The folded blanket on the armrest was too neat, too calm—ut was as if it was mocking my chaos.
I pressed a hand against my lower belly, almost unconsciously. It had become a habit these days. It was a silent r
