POV: Naomi
I was currently standing in the silence of the kitchen.
The kind of silence that didn’t feel peaceful—it felt empty.
I walked in further slowly, my eyes scanning the space out of habit. No Lucy. No Sophie. No movement.
Just complete stillness.
I walked to the fridge and pulled it open, staring blankly at the contents for a few seconds before grabbing a jug of juice. I took a glass, poured until it was full, then lifted it to my lips.
I didn’t sip.
I drank everything in one go.
The cold liquid slid down my throat, fast, but it didn’t do anything to ease the tight feeling sitting in my chest.
I brought my hand with the empty glass down, returned the jug back into the fridge, and shut it.
Then I walked to the sink and dropped the glass inside.
And just stood there restin
