Photo Source: Pickpik “Honey, I’m home!” Silence answers me as I drop my purse on the armchair and hang my coat in the closet, but I know he’s home. Charlie’s presence fills the house, dank and heavy. There was a time coming home to him was like wrapping myself in a warm blanket, but now, I’m suffocating in the material. I find him exactly where I knew he would be – in his home office, hunched over the computer screen. Next to him, a pile of dirty dishes wobbles precariously...