Third person pov
Rowan rarely noticed silence. He lived in it most of the time, commanded rooms with it, bent meetings around it, made people measure their words carefully in its presence. Silence, to him, had always been a useful thing. Tonight, it felt wrong.
He closed the door behind him and paused, hand still resting on the polished handle longer than necessary. The lights in the entryway activated automatically, washing the wide hall in a soft glow. Everything was exactly as he’d left it, immaculate, orderly, untouched. Too untouched.
The whole apartment complex felt hollow in a way it hadn’t before. Rowan exhaled slowly and shrugged off his coat, hanging it where it belonged. His steps echoed faintly as he moved deeper into the residence, the sound following him in a way t
