The front door closed with a sound. The sound was quiet but definitive. Once again the apartment was enveloped in silence. Something felt different this time.
The weight of the recently concluded conversation and everything left unsaid hung heavy in the air. Fred was a calm sturdy man who stood in the living room. His gaze remained focused on the corridor where Annabel had vanished.
There was still a faint sound of her footsteps. After that nothing. He remained motionless for a minute. He simply listened.
Outside he could hear the distant sounds of traffic and the quiet hum of the kitchen refrigerator. However there was nothing but a thick profound silence from the rear corridor. He was wise enough to avoid rushing in.
Pushing was something he knew better. He went back into the kitc
