2. Something Felt Wrong the Moment I Arrived

When I reached our house, I immediately noticed that the front door was slightly open.
That was unusual because my mother was normally very careful about locking it.
I stepped inside quietly, carrying the shopping bags.
The house was strangely silent.
There was no television playing.
No sound of my mother moving around the kitchen.
Even the baby, who usually cried several times throughout the morning, seemed unusually quiet.
I placed the groceries on the table and listened carefully.
From somewhere inside the house, I heard a faint sound.
It was coming from the kitchen.
At first, I thought my mother was preparing lunch.
I walked toward the kitchen, intending to greet her and ask how Hue was feeling.
But when I reached the doorway, I stopped.
Something about the scene in front of me made my stomach tighten.
My wife was sitting alone at the dining table.
Her shoulders were hunched forward, and she seemed to be trying to hide what she was eating.
She was holding a large bowl close to her body.
And she was crying.









