Today, around 11 a.m., Clara returned home after a four-month business trip. She didn’t call ahead to let her husband or son know she was coming. In her bag, she carried some vegetables, a piece of meat, and some food they both liked; Clara just wanted to cook them something warm, like before.

As she climbed the stairs of the building, the silence hit her and left her paralyzed. There was no music, no television, nothing at all. She knocked once. Then she knocked a little harder. No one answered.
Clara frowned.
“Those two…”
She approached the door and knocked: