The day after decisions always looks the same.
The sky is like dirty glass. The house is like a cardboard decoration. People are like actors who have already played their scene, but they are kept behind the scenes "just in case".
The difference is that I used to be a spectator these days. Now — part of the script team.
Annabelle left first.
Thomas followed.
Margaret went back to her routines: kitchen, greenhouse, laundry, medicine at certain times.
Travis had gone to the office to "work," which meant " work.": look at the screen, and see the past, which we just pulled into the light.
The house seemed quieter than usual.
Not the usual, echoing silence, where every crack is filled with unsaid things. It was strange, taut — like after an explosion, when the dust hadn't settled yet and
