Today, around 11 a.m., Clara returned home after a four-month business trip. She didn’t call ahead to let her husband or son know she was coming.

moments ago, now felt like a carefully arranged lie.

Her eyes landed on a broom leaning against the wall.

She walked straight toward it and grabbed it, gripping the handle tightly as if it could carry the weight of everything she was feeling.

Her thoughts rushed chaotically.
How long?
Since when?
Who was she?

Clara tightened her grip and walked back toward continue reading …