Sophia’s pov
The house felt too big. Too quiet. It felt like I had already swallowed every sound and I now left only emptiness behind.
I stood barefoot in the kitchen and looked at the shiny granite counters and the fruit bowl that still held the same untouched pieces of fruit.
The kids spent the whole week at summer camp. They swam, laughed And built memories while I stayed home.
My husband, occupied a hotel room in Chicago. He reviewed spreadsheets or ate expensive steaks with clients. Another business trip. Another night with cold sheets. When he called, his voice carried the same cold silence.
I felt his absence. I missed the version of us that once worked.
David used to reach for me without hesitation, while the kids napped, we pressed against the laundry room door and had
