SOFIA
The house returned to a routine quickly after the incident. That was how it functioned. It reorganized the staff and the security, then continued as if the disruption had been expected all along.
But the atmosphere had changed.
I felt it most at night. The rules stayed exactly as strict as they were during the day. Guards stood outside the north wing, my movements were restricted, and every door was monitored. Nothing loosened after dark. If anything, the security tightened.
The silence in the room felt different now. It was heavier and more intense. Somehow, despite everything that had happened, I had become more aware of Dante’s presence in the house. I didn't know how to handle that.
I was sitting by the window when I heard a knock. It was soft and precise. I knew it was him
