CHAPTER 16
AVA’S POV
It’s crazy how silence has become my closest friend. Or maybe I’m just losing my f*cking mind.
Because every night, I sit in the kids’ bedroom and talk to them like they’re present. Even though the beds are empty, no one answers back.
It's been days since I heard them cry, their cries usually fill the air like music, I didn’t know I’d miss it and now those cries vanished.
I sit here anyway.
My voice is soft and trembling, as the lullaby comes out of me before I can stop it. But I still sing because I remember their eyelids wavering as they drifted to sleep to this tune.
I remember their tiny fists relaxing and the peace when they’re fast asleep.
I held the edge of the bed frame and stared at the pale moonlight entering through the windows across the room.
