Calm In The Storm

Caleb

The sunlight through Lyra's kitchen window should have been golden and warm. Instead, it was harsh, revealing every flaw. I stood at the counter, fingers gripping the edge so hard his knuckles were white. I had been making coffee when I saw it.

The faintest scattering of dust along the edge of the black granite.

It was nothing. To anyone else, it would be nothing. But not to me.

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