The silence in the apartment isn't peaceful anymore. It feels heavy, pregnant with unsaid things and hidden truths.
It is the fifth morning. Ronan left early, grabbing his coat and keys without a word, leaving me alone in the oppressive stillness of the living room. I am restless. The tears from yesterday, triggered by a song I couldn't even name, have cracked something open inside me. I can't just float around this space anymore, passively observing him. I need to know what happened to me. I need to know why I am trapped here, fading away day by day.
I start in the dining area.
The heavy mahogany table is polished clean, except for a large crystal vase sitting dead in the center. I drift toward it. I have looked at this vase a dozen times over the last four days, but I haven't really s
