The sound of the front door clicking shut echoed louder than it should have. Katherine stood frozen in place, fingers still clutching the hem of her cardigan.
Leonard was gone. Off to work.
Her smile, the one she'd forced to stay on her lips, slowly faded as the silence swallowed the entire house. She let out a soft breath, lowering her hands and glancing around the spacious living room that felt more like a stranger's house than her own.
It had been a month.
Thirty mornings of waking up alone. Thirty evenings of sitting alone at the dinner table, pretending not to notice the untouched plate left for him growing cold.
And Leonard… he was still as cold as ever. Distant. Untouchable.
