Liam returned home earlier than usual that day, but as expected, the house was wrapped in silence, a quietness that seemed to grow heavier with every step he took.
He walked through the dimly lit hallway and headed straight to his room, loosening his tie as he went. Pushing open the door, he was met with darkness, save for the faint glow of the yellow lamp by the bed. In its light, he could just make out her figure lying still with Emma beside her, her back turned toward him.
For a moment, he said nothing. He simply placed his briefcase on the sofa, slipped off his jacket, and walked into the bathroom to freshen up. When he returned, he noticed the room's lights had been turned on, but her position remained unchanged. She was still facing away from him, her silence louder than any
