I came home expecting silence.
The kind of quiet that settles into a house after a long day, where nothing asks anything of you. Instead, I found a note on the kitchen counter. Short. Careless. Written like an afterthought.
I came home expecting silence.
The kind of quiet that settles into a house after a long day, where nothing asks anything of you. Instead, I found a note on the kitchen counter. Short. Careless. Written like an afterthought.