NATHAN was seated in the corner of the lounge, his phone resting face-up on the small glass table in front of him. A half-empty mug of lukewarm coffee sat beside it, forgotten hours ago. He was leafing through some household accounts on his tablet, trivial things that suddenly felt so weightless in this house that hadn’t known peace in days. This he did every morning since his boss wasn't leaving for the office again.

A soft ‘ping’ vibrated his phone. He ignored it at first, absently tapping at the tablet screen. Another ping came, this time louder, and then another, and another. Frowning, he reached for it, eyes narrowing when...