FIFTY SIX - CHRIS

Chris

After a long day at work, as soon as I stepped foot inside my home, I had the unmistakable impression that something was off.

When I went in the front door, Kaili did not respond; instead, she was looking sightlessly at a spot on the wall while her laptop had fallen asleep on her lap.

This was not typical of her in any way, shape, or form.

“Kaili?” As I made my way up to her and came to a stop in front of her, I inquired in a hushed tone. She did not respond at all, and I had to fight the impulse to wave my palm in front of her face. However, she did not respond. "Kaili, my sweetheart, how are you doing?" As I looked at her face, which was expressionless, a number of different ideas raced through my head. She was upset over what had happened the day before. Someone she cared about had been affected by something that had taken place. She was making her exit.

“Chris?” Kaili inquired as she quickly blinked her eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot and watery, and her voice had cracked