The house felt different when Oliver left. Not empty, but heavier, as if the walls were listening more closely than before. Lynda noticed it first in the small things. The way Lukas stayed longer in the living room, instead of retreating to his study. The way his questions, even though fewer, landed more carefully. The way his eyes lingered on her was just a second longer than necessary.

He was watching again. But not like before. This time it felt more thoughtful. Lynda tried to keep her ...