HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

us, the conservatory glowed with warm evening light. Tools lay scattered across tables. A half-built drone hung from the ceiling. Somewhere upstairs, a child laughed.

The house no longer whispered.

It breathed.

I looked at the frozen image of the woman I had been.

She appeared calm.

Almost invisible.

She did not yet know the empire had already shifted beneath continue reading …