“I’ll be out for a while,” he said, barely glancing in my direction.
“Fine,” I replied, the word clipped and sharp.
As he left, the silence wrapped around me like a shroud. I returned to the drawer, hoping to find some sense of control in its emptiness.
The landlord would be here soon, and I needed to prepare, to make the apartment look presentable despite the underlying disarray.
But the drawer remained, a small enigma in the midst of a larger storm.
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