“Nah,” he shook his head. “She loved everybody. But she *liked* you. There’s a difference.”
I looked down at my hands. “She saved me,” I said quietly.
Marcus didn’t argue.
After a moment, he nudged my shoulder. “You still talking to your son?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Not every day. But… more than before.”
“That’s something.”
“It is.”
I hesitated, then added, “He’s thinking about visiting. Maybe Christmas.”
Marcus smiled. “She’d like that.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I think she would.”
We went back inside, and the house felt warmer than before.
Not because of the heater.
Because something had shifted.
Later that night, as people started leaving, I helped clear the table. Marcus’s daughter—the same little girl who set down the extra plate—was carefully stacking dishes.
I pointed to it. “What happens to that one?”
She looked at me like the answer was obvious.
“We leave it,” she said.
“For how long?”
She shrugged. “Until someone needs it.”
I smiled at that.
A week passed.
Then two.
Life settled back into its usual rhythm—quiet mornings, slow afternoons, the hum of the TV in the background. But something was different now.
The silence didn’t feel as heavy.
One evening, just as I was heating up leftovers, my phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
I almost ignored it.
Almost.
Instead, I picked it up.
“Hello?”
There was a pause. Then a young voice, nervous and unsure.
“Uh… hi. I think I have the wrong number. I was trying to reach my brother…”
I leaned against the counter, staring at nothing for a second.
Then I smiled.
“Yeah,” I said gently. “I think you do.”
Another pause.
Then I added, “But… do you need somewhere to go?”
Silence.
Not the empty kind.
The kind that’s deciding something.
Finally, the voice came back, smaller this time.
“…maybe.”
I looked around my apartment—the same one that used to echo.
It didn’t feel the same anymore.
Because now, I knew what to do with that quiet.
“Then come hungry,” I said. “That’s what grandmas are for.”
I hung up, already reaching for my keys.
And for the first time in a long while, the empty chair didn’t feel empty at all.
