I stood at the entrance, the air heavy with the smell of dust.

I glanced at the dining table; it was covered in a layer of dust.

I had been in the hospital for a month, and the house had been empty for just as long. Everything was exactly as I had left it the day I went to the hospital.

The seedlings on the balcony had withered too.

I realized Barry hadn't been home.

Today was the day I was discharged from the hospital, and Barry hadn't shown up.

I didn't expect him to. I took a taxi home by myself, only to be greeted by this scene.

I...