THE NIGHT OF PUNISHMENT.
The Diary of Silence Chapter Twenty-Eight — The Punishment Night The house stayed quiet for the rest of the day. Too quiet. Amara had lived in that house long enough to understand the difference between normal quiet and dangerous quiet. This was the second kind. Her uncle barely spoke during dinner. He ate slowly, his eyes drifting occasionally toward the hallway, toward the bedrooms, toward the two children sitting across from him. Watching. Thinking. Waiting. Amara pushed rice around her plate, barely tasting anything. Her cousin forced himself to eat normally. That was another rule of survival in that house. Act normal. If their uncle sensed fear, things usually became worse. Much worse. Finally the man set his spoon down. The sound of metal hitting the plate echoed lo
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