The silence was unbearable.
Black Manor had always been quiet.
But this was different.
This was not the peaceful silence of a home.
It was the silence of something missing.
Someone missing.
Ethan stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring at the empty space where Amelia’s belongings had been.
Her books were gone.
Her clothes were gone.
Even the small flowers she kept beside the window were gone.
Only one thing remained.
A photograph of them together.
A reminder of everything he was trying to protect.
And everything he had failed to protect.
“Sir…”
Daniel’s voice was careful.
Ethan didn’t respond.
He was still staring at the bed.
The same bed where Amelia had fallen asleep beside him every night.
The same place where she had laughed at him.
The same place where she had
