Emon
The silence in the house was heavy, dense in a way that hadn’t felt normal for weeks. I stirred from sleep without knowing why. Something tugged at my senses, a quiet alarm only discernible in the stillness of the early morning. The digital clock on my bedside table blinked 3:13 AM in muted red.
I reached across the bed instinctively, hand brushing cool sheets.
Empty.
Frowning, I sat up and glanced around the room.
“Albert?” I called softly.
No answer. The side where Albert was supposed to be was cool to the touch meaning that he had been up for a while now.
The washroom door stood ajar. The hallway outside the bedroom was cloaked in shadow, still and silent. I rose, my bare feet touching the cold wooden floor. I grabbed a hoodie and shrugged it on over my sleep shirt, heart b
