The apartment was too quiet. The kind of silence that didn't comfort but pressed in on him, amplifying every little sound. Leonard leaned back, one arm draped carelessly over the backrest while the other hung limply at his side, fingers grazing against the fabric as if searching for something to hold onto. His body was heavy, sluggish from exhaustion, yet his mind refused to settle.
Against his will, his thoughts circled back to earlier, to the small but searing moment at Katherine's door. Her hesitation.
He could still see it, her hand hovering above the keypad, her brows pinched in that familiar way, lips pressed tightly together as though she were at war with herself. She had stood there longer than necessary, as though forcing her fingers to obey, before finally punching in the code. Their code.
Their wedding anniversary.
