Pascal
I noticed it the moment she withdrew from the world.
Kendra had been different all day, distracted, quiet, her focus splintered.
Something was wrong.
By nightfall, I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
The mansion was silent when I returned home. The lights were dim, and the rain had begun again, tapping faintly against the windows. I loosened my tie, setting my phone aside, but the emptiness in the house gnawed at me. I found myself walking down the corridor almost without thought, drawn by some instinct I didn’t question.
Then I saw the light spilling from under the library door.
I paused before entering. Her silhouette was visible through the glass panes, shoulders hunched, head bowed over the desk, papers scattered around her like fallen leaves.
Kendra.
I opened the door quiet
