~Norman~

The silence in the bedroom is a physical weight. After the door clicks shut behind Sienna, the space feels twice as large and ten times as cold. I stand by the French window, my chest bare and my black suit pants hanging low on my hips. I don't move. I just watch.

The taxi’s headlights cut through the gray, early morning mist of the driveway. I watch the red glow of the tail lights until they disappear around the bend of the estate, leaving me in total darkness. She’s gone. ...