SILENCE IS A PRICE
~CHELSEA POV~
{Playlist Suggestion: "I Know the End" by Phoebe Bridgers}
The cabin smells like his mother's perfume. Five years dead, but her ghost stays in every corner. Expensive candles on dusty shelves.
Silk curtains that haven't been drawn since her funeral. Photos turned face down because Kade says looking at them hurts too much.
I understand that kind of hurt.
I'm lying in his bed…her bed, really..staring at water stains on the ceiling while he makes breakfast downstairs. Chase's laughter echoes up through the floorboards.
The soft clink of dishes and faint conversation drift through the old wood. Normal sounds. Safe sounds.
When did my brother last laugh like that? The sound should make me happy. Instead, something dark stirs in my chest.
My mind won'
