Today, around 11:00 AM, Clara returned home after a 4-month business trip.

It was… something else.

Disorder.

Lack of value.

A failed attempt to do something beautiful.

When the silence finally returned, it no longer weighed the same.

Clara sighed.

Long.

She put her hands to her face for a moment.

Then he lowered them.

“This… was very bad,” he said, without raising his voice.

The three nodded almost at the same time.

“But…” he added.

Nobody breathed.