Chapter 48:
Echoes Beneath Silence
Mary's POV
The truth doesn’t scream.
It whispers.
And I was learning to listen.
Learning to listen to its silent whispers, to pick up things left behind in the sands of time.
Since Nicholas left, there’d been a shift in the air. Not just in Andrew, cold and closed again, building walls with precision but in the silence that followed. A silence that hummed like a warning.
A warning of something dark, cold, gloomy, coming with an intensity to ravaged all that stands in its way.
Nicholas hadn’t spoken much when he came. But silence, I’m learning, carries weight heavier than words. There was something in the way he looked at Andrew, like a wound that never quite closed. And something about the way Andrew looked away, like if he stared too long, ev
