The next morning…
He woke up late.
No voice calling his name.
No smell of breakfast.
No sound in the kitchen.
Just silence.
He walked out of his room.
The house felt… empty.
Cold.
Different.
“Amina?” he called.
No answer.
His heart started beating faster.
He walked into the living room.
Nothing.
Then the kitchen.
And that’s when he saw it.
A small note… on the table.
His hands trembled as he picked it up.
