The kitchen was already warm when I started—sunlight on the counter, that kind of hush that happens when you wake up before your thoughts do. …

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The kitchen was already warm when I started—sunlight on the counter, that kind of hush that happens when you wake up before your thoughts do. …

It was too early for a decision and too late to go back to bed.The dog had already pawed the bedroom door open. The kettle …

The house smelled cold. Not broken, not sad—just… hushed. One of those early spring days where the wind still thinks it’s February. I hadn’t spoken …

The noise had been steady all day. Not loud, just… constant. Emails. Dings. That hum the fridge makes when it thinks too hard. I couldn’t …

The house was quiet in that particular way it gets after someone leaves. Mae had just gone back to school. Her cereal bowl still in …

The apples were bruised. Not badly—just soft around the edges, like something that used to be crisp but got tired.Mae had left a note on …

The flour was already on the counter.I don’t remember putting it there.It was raining hard enough that the windows steamed. The dog wouldn’t stop pacing. …

I wasn’t planning on baking. The kitchen was already hot.Mae had left the measuring spoons in the sink again, crusted with something orange.And I wasn’t …

I started this one on a day that didn’t start right.The window stuck. The spoon drawer caught. Mae had already left, and I didn’t know …

Mae had a dentist appointment. I hadn’t done the dishes from two nights ago. And something in the fridge was leaking.I didn’t want to cook. …