It had been a while since Ravyn had this level of silence. Nowadays, her life usually ran on the steady rhythm of schedules. Work shifts, answering emails, cooking, cleaning, trying to keep her brain from spiraling into all the places it wanted to go. But after the incident at work, everyone seemed to collectively decide she needed a break.
Her boss told her to take the week off. Her brother ordered her to stay home. Sebastian threatened to camp on her lawn if she didn’t rest.
So now she sat curled up on the couch, a blanket around her shoulders and the TV shining across the dimly lit room. She didn’t even know what she was watching—some cooking show where everyone yelled about under seasoned scallops—but it was better than replaying the image of that car almost crushing her.
She exhale
