The silence in the cabin was heavier than any scream.
Morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, painting long stripes across the wooden floor. I sat at the edge of the bed, my hands tangled in the fabric of my nightgown, staring at nothing. Sleep hadn’t touched me. Not after yesterday. Not after what I’d seen in the woods.
Adrian’s lip bleeding.
Daniel’s fist clenched.
Two brothers, tearing each other apart with me as the center.
And I had stood there, paralyzed.
“Emma.”
Daniel’s voice broke the silence. I flinched, snapping my head toward him. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom, still in his shirt from last night, his tie discarded, his hair mussed. His eyes were sharp, but the exhaustion in them was clear.
“Breakfast,” he said simply.
A command, not an invitation.
