Aria’s POV
Three days passed, each one slow and heavy, like time itself had stopped moving inside those walls. Damien didn’t talk much during those days; he barely looked at me, and when he did, it was only long enough to remind me that his silence carried more weight than his words ever could. The tension between us never broke it just sat there, thick and alive, something neither of us was ready to touch or name.
I could tell he was still angry about what had happened in the office. I could feel it in the way he moved, in the way his voice stayed calm but sharp, in the way every sound in the house seemed to wait for his permission before it dared to exist. I didn’t try to speak to him; I didn’t dare. Every attempt at peace would have sounded like a lie anyway, and lies were things that
