Silence did not announce itself.
It settled.
Slowly. Carefully. Like dust over furniture that once held laughter.
After Ethan’s return, after confessions spoken and apologies offered, after reassurance given and arms wrapped tightly at night—something remained unaddressed. Not because Lala and Daniel were dishonest with each other, but because some emotions arrive without language.
And silence, when left unattended, grows heavy.
The Quiet Between Them
Mornings changed first.
They still moved around each other with familiarity—Daniel making coffee, Lala packing Layla’s lunch—but the ease had thinned. Conversations stayed practical. Necessary. Safe.
“Did you sign the school form?”
“I’ll pick her up today.”
“Dinner’s in the fridge.”
No laughter lingered.
No lingering touches.
Lov
