« it’s just a meringue » I say under my breath, bracing myself for another set of eggs to go wrong.

Charlie is watching the football in the living room. He’s blissfully unaware I’ve been falling apart. The easy and quick recipe my mother-in-law has served every Sunday since 1976. Did you know there are different meringue type? The French, the Italian, the Swiss… all with the same easy first step ...

It all happened suddenly. My life as I knew it halted as the hand that fed me laid cold on the floor. I knew the form standing above it. I’ve seen it before. I knew its scent too. I didn’t know what to do then. I knew where it live. I dashed through the streets under the pouring rain, watched it as it stood above a sink. I waited. it sank in a chair, droplets of water running from its eyes. I was ...