The silence in the house had become unbearable. It wasn’t the peaceful kind that came after a long day, nor the quiet comfort of being near someone without words. It was jagged, suffocating—a silence that felt like it could shatter glass.
Daniel hadn’t spoken to me since yesterday. Not really. He’d given me clipped answers, nods, the occasional hum, but his eyes… his eyes spoke volumes. They followed me everywhere, calculating, suspicious, dissecting me without mercy.
Adrian, on the other hand, carried his chaos like a badge. He walked through the halls humming softly, whistling even, as if daring Daniel to strike first. He was too calm, too self-assured, and it terrified me.
I sat on the edge of the bed, twisting my wedding ring round and round, the small band of gold now feeling like
