An hour ago: Chloe comes home from work early, she's on the phone with someone. I'm in my room with my door closed, she throws her coat on the floor (I can hear by the sound it makes when it falls it's her Jil Sander), kicks off her shoes and stumbles on the words as she speaks. She's shaken up, "I'm not coming back" she says with a broken voice, then shuts her bedroom door behind her and throws herself on the bed.
Just now: her naked footsteps on the hallway marble, she picks up her coat, walks into the kitchen and leaves the water running for what seems like forever. She stops outside my room, I hold my breath and wait for her to knock but she never does. The silence is thicker than blood.