Leonard Ford stepped into his grand, empty house, the hollow echo of his footsteps reminding him of what had been missing for weeks. The place had once been filled with life—a life he didn't even realize had been quietly slipping away until it was gone. Every time he walked through the front door, he half-expected to see Katherine waiting for him, her warm smile greeting him after a long day at work. But now, the house was just a shell, much like himself.
He paused for a moment in the expansive foyer, letting his eyes wander over the sleek marble floors, the high ceilings, the lavish furnishings that reeked of wealth and success. None of it meant anything in this suffocating silence. He shook his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips.
"What am I thinking?" he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair as he tried to dispel the lingering memory of Katherine.
