The house was too quiet.
Not the kind of quiet that brought peace, but the kind that pressed against the skin and made every sound feel louder than it should be. Even the ticking of the clock seemed exaggerated, each second falling like a weight instead of time passing.
Oliver sat on the couch that was placed in the middle of the living room.
Still.
Staring at the wall clock like it had personally offended him.
12:18 a.m.
He exhaled slowly through his nose, trying to steady the irritation building in his chest. His tie was already loosened, jacket discarded somewhere behind him, yet none of it helped the tension in his shoulders.
It had been hours.
Hours since Lilian left.
Hours since that single message.
Busy.
That was all.
His eyes flicked to his phone on the couch again.
No
