Anna pulled the car beneath the covered driveway and turned off the engine, but she didn't get out right away. Her hands rested loosely on the steering wheel as she stared through the windshield, eyes unfocused, her mind still trapped inside the walls of the bookstore.
Kathrine's face.
The file.
The truth that had surfaced far too easily.
"I assume she'll be okay," Anna murmured to herself, though the words felt more like a hope than a certainty.
After a few seconds, she pushed the door open and stepped out—only to pause when she noticed a familiar car already parked inside.
My husband is home… already?
The realization worked like a switch. The heaviness in her chest lifted, her thoughts scattering as she straightened unconsciously. By the time she entered the house, a soft smile had already settled on her lips.
"Daniel?" she called as she stepped into their room.
Silence answered her.
