THE FIRST SIGNS.
The Diary of Silence Chapter Thirty-Eight — The First Signs The days after that night passed strangely. Nothing in the house changed on the outside. The same doors opened and closed. The same footsteps moved through the hallway. The same silence filled the rooms. But something inside Amara had shifted. And she could feel it. Not physically at first. Just a strange heaviness she couldn’t explain. A Different Kind of Morning The next morning, sunlight slipped through the thin curtain and rested across the floor. Amara sat on the edge of the bed, tying her school shoes slowly. Across the room, her cousin was already dressed, sitting at the desk pretending to read. Neither of them had spoken about that night. Not once. But the silence between them felt awkward now. Different
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