the cabinet.
The one he always said took up space.
The one he
plate with food on it.
But after everything that happened, it was the only thing in the kitchen that did not fit the version Daniel would later tell.
I placed some of
the untouched food into a freezer bag.
Noah helped me keep the drawer steady because my hands were still shaking.
It was not a dramatic moment.
It was slow.
Careful.
Necessary.
Then we heard the car.
The headlights moved across the blinds.
We moved back into position.
The kitchen tile was still cold against my face.
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Noah went still beside me.
The lock turned.
Daniel walked inside.
For a moment, he did not look at us.
He went to the table.
That was when I understood he had not returned because