John

After yet another lonely dinner, John remained seated at the empty table, staring at his empty plate. For the first time, he didn’t head to his office.

Instead, he looked toward the kitchen. The light was on, but he couldn’t hear or see any movement.

He knew Elizabeth was there, waiting for him to finish so she could tidy everything up, leaving the room, as always, impeccably clean.

He went up to the bedroom, which was just as organized. The soft lighting created a melancholic atmosphere