Zaki regretted his actions. The house now seemed so empty without her. He never expected to miss Amelia's bright, annoyingly frothy laughs.
Even those directed at him.
But such was how his days went. Silent. Like the empty house he left every morning.
Like the mocking clicks of tumblers turning ... to a door that led to his heart.
"Let them in," it'll whisper to him. Needy with want.
Hungry.