Day 13

It was nine o’clock when I arrived at her flat. Her children were still asleep; the place was quiet all over. I could not get in so I asked Charles to open the door for me. Inside, I breathed in an unfamiliar air of discomfort, like the advent to something historical. She was not in the receiving room to meet me, as was her habit. I looked around and saw that the kitchen door was sealed in a calculated manner. I entered the kitchen and there she was – her head in the oven and her mind somewhere in the in-between.