After a long day of work, all I wanted was to get home, take a hot shower and rest. It was just any afternoon, of which fatigue weighs more than anything else.
However, from the moment I parked the car in front of the house, I felt that something did not fit.
The porch light was on, though no one used to leave it like that. The front door was barely ajar, moving slowly with the wind. I thought maybe my wife had been out in a hurry or that one of my children had forgotten to shut her down.
I came in calling their names.
No one answered.
The silence was strange.
I didn’t listen to the television, music, or the sound of dishes in the kitchen. Just the ticking of the dining clock.
I left the briefcase on the floor and walked around the room.
Everything seemed to be in place… until I saw a family photograph lying face down on the table.
I picked her up and noticed that the frame was broken.
I felt a knot in my stomach.
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