I hadn’t cancelled anything.
Someone was replying to emails using my account.
Someone at my house.
On the fourth morning, I woke up to the sound of unfamiliar laughter echoing in the hallway.
Women’s laughter.
Bright.
Carefree.
Cruel.
Suitcases were rolling across the marble floor.
Passport holders slammed shut with a sharp click.
I sat up on one elbow.Each movement pierced my ribs like broken glass.
My empty glass of water was sitting next to me. Chemistry
My alarm clock flashed on the bedside table.
11 h 00
I gently tapped the glass against the wood.
Once.
Twice.
