Sara Michaels
The house was colder that morning, even though the sun was already climbing high outside the windows from the dark clouds..It almost looked.like it may rain.
I stood in the kitchen, hands still damp from washing the breakfast dishes Emily had barely touched.
My finger throbbed under the fresh bandage from yesterday’s cut.
Every little sound from upstairs made my shoulders tense…The sound of Emily’s laughter, Tom’s low voice answering her, the occasional creak of the floorboards.
They hadn’t come down yet. I told myself it was better that way. Better not to see them together. Better not to let my heart bleed again in front of them.
I wiped the counter slowly, trying to keep my mind blank, when the door swung open behind me.
Emily walked in wearing one of Tom’s silk shi
