There was no music coming from the apartment.
No television.
No sound of Noah’s video games.
No trace of Daniel speaking on the phone.
The corridor was so quiet that Evelyn could hear her own breathing.
She knocked three times.
“Daniel? Noah? It’s me.”
No one answered.
Evelyn forced a nervous smile.
Perhaps they had gone out for coffee.
She searched through the bottom of her purse for her keys, taking several seconds to find them because she had not used them in months.
When she opened the door, the first thing that surprised her was the order.
The living room was spotless.
Every cushion sat perfectly in place. There was not a single cup on the table, and the floor looked freshly cleaned.
Evelyn had expected laundry across the couch, dirty dishes in the sink, and abandoned pizza boxes near the kitchen.
