EZRA SWAN.

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Coming home from work and not finding her there has become part of a routine I hate—though I’m starting to fear I'm slowly getting used to it. And I don’t want to. She was always the light that filled this house, the only one able to melt away even a little bit of the coldness that seems soaked into these walls. Without her, even the air smells different. Heavier. More hollow.

The ceiling clock reads 7:15 when I come down the stairs. My footsteps echo like each one car