And the people around me were already asking questions about my house.

PART 2 — THE STATEMENT THAT WASN’T THERE

After Walter died, the house seemed to become smaller.

Not physically.

The rooms were the same size.

The kitchen still had the narrow counter where he sliced bread.

His newspapers still occupied one corner of the study.

His favorite mug stood upside down beside the sink.

But without him, every ordinary task seemed louder.

The refrigerator’s hum.