The decision weighed heavily on my mind as I stood in the hallway.
The rest of the house was quiet, almost as if it was holding its breath.
Every creak of the floorboards seemed amplified, echoing through the silence.
I retreated to the living room, seeking a sense of normalcy.
The couch felt both comforting and foreign, a reminder of how things used to be.
I glanced at the clock on the wall, its ticking a steady reminder that time was moving forward.
Yet, I felt stuck in this moment, unable to break free from its grip.
My phone buzzed on the coffee table, pulling me from my thoughts.
It was a text from my husband, asking about dinner plans.
“What should we do about tomorrow?” I typed back, hesitating before sending it.
