The house felt different the moment we stepped inside. It felt too quiet.Leon closed the door behind us as the sound echoed softly through the wide hallway. The lights were dim, the air was still, like the house itself had been holding its breath.
“Mrs. Karen?” Leon called but there was no answer.We exchanged a look as Leon headed to check the kitchen first, then the sitting room. Her favorite mug was gone from the counter. The blanket she always folded perfectly over the armchair was missing. Even her slippers that was usually tucked neatly by the door were nowhere to be seen.
“She’s already left,” I said softly.
“Looks like it.”Leon nodded as his expression were unreadable.
For a moment, neither of us moved because the house suddenly felt… larger,emptier,not lonely exactly but quiete
