Luke dropped his keys on the hallway table and called my name.
No answer.
The television was off. The kitchen lights were dim. The familiar smell of dinner wasn’t there.
Then he noticed something strange.
The walls, once covered with framed photos from our vacations, birthdays, and anniversaries, were bare. The bookshelf where my favorite novels had sat for years had empty spaces. My plants were gone from the windowsill.
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