Journey to good life

The next morning broke with a strange kind of silence. It wasn’t the gentle quiet that came with dawn in the city, when birds sang faintly and life began to hum awake. No, this silence was heavy, like a cloud pressed down on the apartment, smothering the air.

Tessa sat at the edge of the bed, her suitcase half packed in front of her. She hadn’t even realized she’d been folding the same blouse over and over for the past fifteen minutes. Her hands moved mechanically, ...