Page 117 of The Square

The repercussions of all the things we’ve done, all the people we’ve crossed, all the debts we owe.

By the time we pull into the cottage driveway all the adrenaline has drained away. Our collective rush into the house is just a facade.

We know it’s over.

The front door is open and it feels like winter has returned for one last ferocious hurrah because the wind bangs it against the doorjamb like a very bad omen.

Eliza pushes Russell out of her way and enters first. Stops in the small foyer, mouth open as she takes in the scene.

The rest of us enter behind her, Alec pushing his way past me and Christine to stand next to the mother of his child.

Tables and chairs are overturned.

Windows are broken and the wind whips in from outside, blowing the once-quaint curtains.

“Andra!” Eliza yells. “Baby! Where are you?”

“Theo?” the brothers call.

But silence is our only answer.

They are gone.