There is a specific kind of silence that fills a house at 7:45 on a Tuesday morning when someone is supposed to be at school but isn’t. It’s not peaceful. It’s heavy—laden with unspoken ultimatums, slammed doors, and the faint smell of uneaten toast.
There is a specific kind of silence that fills a house at 7:45 on a Tuesday morning when someone is supposed to be at school but isn’t. It’s not peaceful. It’s heavy—laden with unspoken ultimatums, slammed doors, and the faint smell of uneaten toast.
