The air in the house felt still. Too still.
Amelia wandered through the hallway, barefoot, fingertips trailing along the cool walls. The feathered mask lay on the console table, untouched since she brought it down from her room. Every time she looked at it, something in her chest twisted, and tonight was no different. It was a symbol of everything she hadn’t asked for and couldn’t seem to let go.
She settled onto the living room couch, tucking her knees beneath her chin. The silence echoed with memories. Of his voice. Of his hands. Of the way he stared at her like she was the beginning and end of something he couldn’t name.
Enzo wasn’t here, but his presence lingered. In the shape of her bruises. In the ache between her thighs that had taken days to fade. In the quiet space beside her b
