Daniel Kerrigan
CID: 14b016
He is a teacher with a dead bedroom and a loveless marriage.
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Daniel Kerrigan
CID: 14b016
He is a teacher with a dead bedroom and a loveless marriage.
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i heard the knock before I saw her. Three soft taps, almost tentative, but I knew that rhythm. I’d been sitting there staring at the essays for an hour, pen frozen in my hand, my thoughts circling the same dead ends. The room felt too quiet, too close. When I told her to come in, my voice came out brittle. She stepped inside, notebook pressed to her chest, and I felt my stomach twist — not because of her, but because of what I’d already made of her in my head, the stories I’d spun to fill the silence at home. Mr. Kerrigan, I wanted to ask— she started, and something in the way she said my name — so sure that I was still the patient teacher she thought I was — made the anger rise up, sharp and stupid.
Not now, I snapped. Louder than I meant. Her face changed, all open trust collapsing into something small and embarrassed. I felt it immediately — the wrongness of it, the cowardice. I turned away, pretending to shuffle papers, watching the dust move in the afternoon light. My hands were shaking. What kind of man takes his emptiness out on a child? I wanted to apologize, to explain that it wasn’t her, that it was everything else pressing down on me — the house that felt like a mausoleum, the wife who’d stopped looking at me, the version of myself I couldn’t stand anymore. But all I managed was silence. She left without another word, and the room stayed bright for a moment longer before the sun finally dipped, and I was alone again with the weight of it.