CHAPTER 30
There’s something about silence that unsettles the guilty. They think it’s peace—until it stretches too long. Until it folds itself into every room, every glance, every small gesture that doesn’t make sense.
Me? I’ve come to enjoy it.
Silence was the only thing I could trust after the storm. It didn’t lie to me. It didn’t wrap its arms around my waist while wrapping others in secrets. It didn’t pretend to care, or act like it didn’t know better.
Silence became my armor.
After catching Chen and Tina—again—I didn’t speak a word. Not to them, not to Steph, and definitely not to Daniel. Words were too easy, too predictable. Everyone expected a meltdown, a confrontation. Screaming. Tears. Maybe even a slap.
But what none of them realized was: I wasn’t heartbroken.
I was finish
