small, just a flicker, but I felt it.
I walked into the hallway, wiping my hands on a dish towel. His jacket was gone from the hook. The old sneakers he wore everywhere were gone, too. His room was half-open, and when I pushed the door wider, the air inside felt wrong. Too still. Too empty.
“Ethan?”
His bed was made. His desk was clean. And the drawer continue reading …
