The house had never felt this quiet before. Not even the night Nora first moved in. Not even after the ritual night when she broke down and Mr. Callahan sat beside her until dawn. This quiet was different. This quiet had meaning. Liam was gone. His laughter wouldn’t echo down the driveway anymore. His car wouldn’t pull up unexpectedly on Saturday afternoons. His hand wouldn’t find hers under the dinner table. And yet, what unsettled her most wasn’t his absence. It was the presence of something else. Possibility. Nora stood by her bedroom window long after the sun dipped below the horizon. The sky faded from orange to violet to black, and still she didn’t move. She had cried earlier — soft, restrained tears that felt more like guilt than grief. Liam hadn’t yelled. He hadn’t acc

