I GOT SERIOUSLY ILL OUT OF NOWHERE

dishes are missing.

A deep unease settles in my chest. Not just from the mess—but from the silence, the eerie stillness, as if the house has been lived in by strangers while I was gone.

I move toward the hallway and notice the door to the spare room is slightly ajar. That room is always locked.

Always.

I push it open.

Inside, it’s chaos. Boxes pulled out continue reading …