Hernando Trevino

Through the Window

My name is Kyoko Watanabe, and this is the story of the worst day of my life. I honestly still remember it like it was yesterday. It was a brisk autumn evening and I was finally coming back home from work. I can still recall the crunch of the leaves under my heels and the breeze on my cheek. I went inside. I placed my shoes by the door. I hung my coat and purse. The things I did almost everyday. I called out to my husband, “Honey, I’m home!”, but received no response.