Patricia I tossed and turned on the bed, covering my entire body with the sheets to shield my eyes from the hostile rays of sun that seeped through the windows. Even with the one-month leave I had taken from work, I was still stressed with the weight of my conscience. Realising there was no way I was going back to sleep, I threw the sheets back and sat against the headboard. Ethan was obviously gone, since there was no trace of him in the room, and it was well past eight o’clock. So, I was the only one at home. After taking my bath, I went down the kitchen to prepare some tea for my breakfast, as I wasn’t feeling for anything solid. With there being nothing else to do, I decided to do a thorough clean-up in the kitchen, not because it needed rearrangement, but because I wanted to keep my mind off certain thoughts. That worked for only a while, because once I was done and seated in the living room, my mind began its daily torture. The television was on but I couldn’t register a
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