The front door opened at about Seven P.M.
I knew it was him before I even heard the keys. I just felt it in my bones. The way the air in the house shifted, and felt suffocating, like oxygen was going extinct.
I was on the couch, curled into the corner with my knees to my chest, pretending to watch some Netflix show Mom had put on. Dad was in his armchair, his tablet was just ringing with notifications every now and then, while he's scrolling through work emails like always. Mom was next to me, her feet's tucked under her, her phone on her left hand, while laughing at some stuffs on i********:. i********:. She seems to have really love the app, even way more than before.
Every single thing looks perfectly normal.
Except I don't feel normal.
He walked into the living room and the all th
