The blue light of her phone was the only illumination in the dark room. It was 11:47 PM, the witching hour, when the silence was loud enough to hear the echo of his laughter. Elara’s thumb hovered over the screen, the cursor blinking in the empty text field, a silent dare.Tonight’s Message: I saw a man with your walk on Elm Street today. My heart actually stopped. For a full, stupid second, I was sure it was you. It was just some stranger, hurrying home to someone. I came home to an empty apartment. The silence is so loud here.She