(William’s POV)
Two days without Angela, and every hour had been its own punishment.
The house had never been this empty. Not when I was a boy growing up, not when my father disappeared for days, not even when my mother’s family kept their distance like strangers.
Back then, loneliness was tolerable, familiar even. But now… this wasn't the same. This silence carried her absence, and it haunted every room like a ghost I couldn’t banish.
It was the kind of silence that pressed against your skin, that throbbed in your ears until you thought you’d loose your mind.
I hadn’t slept properly since leaving Rose’s house. The bed felt too wide, too cold, and whenever I closed my eyes, I saw Angela’s face—the morning she walked out, streaked with tears, her eyes clouded with betrayal. My chest ac
