The next morning. There was this strange kind of heaviness that Lynda was having in her chest as she woke up. It was not panic, nor was it fear. It is something bigger and more dangerous than them all. A sort of certainty that something had shifted beyond repair.

She lay there, unmoving, just listening. Lukas was already gone. His side of the bed felt cold, untouched. That said enough about how early he must have left. He used to hang around in the morning, even if work was waiting. Now, he ...